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I hope everyone had an amazing Christmas weekend. Im back to work and still reeling from what happened a few days ago. For those of you who have read my stories before, you know I've had a rough patch a few years ago. Ive been through a long recovery after about a decade of partying hard and fucking and getting fucked by lots and lots of men. Ive been leading a much healthier life than I had been. I rarely drink and haven't done any drugs of any kind for at least two years, with the exception of a toke of weed every now and then when im not drinking at parties. Well, this holiday season has been kinda crazy. I haven't shared a story in a while, as Ive been trying to keep busy at work and stay on the straight and narrow. And to be honest, i still feel like I'm maintaining good health. Even though, some on my path would say that this last weekend i would have been considered to have fallen off the wagon, so to speak. It didnt start out that way. I got invited to my regular annual gym Christmas party. Nothing out of the ordinary. I am pretty up front with everyone at my gym that I dont party like I used to. And that im trying to live a healthier lifestyle. And thats how it started. As I was getting ready for the party, which would usually just be the core group of crossfitters, we're all pretty close and we all work out together pretty much everyday. The owners of the gym are two brothers, both very sexy. They have their wives and kids, who I know all very well. We've all been to each other's houses for dinner and all different occasions. And the brothers really supported me through my crazy time. Even during me coming out, they both stood by me and helped me through some very volatile times. They're really incredible guys. There are also A LOT of very sexy people that go to the gym. Many guys and girls that are high performing professionals, a couple firefighters, one cop, and a bunch of other finance guys. And ALL of them are in amazing physical condition. (I would definitely recommend to anyone thats looking to get in the best shape of their life, to join a crossfit gym.) But I digress... I was getting ready for the party. I showered, cleaned up, shaved, and douched...just in case i ended up wanting to go out afterward if the party was boring. I showed up to the party. Its held in the gym and its a bunch of familiar people. I arrived about an hour and a half after the start, so that I wouldnt have to have the awkward conversations with some of the people that I maybe didn't know. This way, they would be a little drunk, and I could just sneak in and hang out with my gym buddy crew. By the time I walked in, everyone was already VERY drunk. I didn't expect the party to be as rowdy as it was at this time. It was only 8:30pm. When i walked in, there were a few of my friends that saw me and came running up. Drunkenly telling me how excited they were that I was there and that they weren't sure if I was going to make it. Which, I assured them that I in fact did make it. I was handed two shots and instructed to take them right away, as I needed to catch up. So i quickly did both shots. Tequila, so it wasnt tough to do. But, as Im trying to be on my best behavior, and this kind of an environment can be a little triggering for me. I kept it at that. After a few minutes of chatting and laughing with the group that greeted me at the door. One of the brothers saw me, made his way over and gave me a tight hug. The hug lasted a little longer than it should have, but i didn't mind one bit. He is bigger than me. Im a pretty big guy. Im nearly 6'2" and weigh about 240lbs, but in his arms I feel small. I chalked up the lingering embrace to his being very very drunk. He was slurring a bit telling me that he's glad I came. Then he turned into the party and announce my arrival to everyone. He grabbed my arm and dragged me to the centre of a big group of people in the back of the gym. There was a kitchen sink, a fridge, and a long counter that stretched along the back wall. It was a make shift kitchen for the staff at the gym to be able to keep their food cold while they worked and wash their dishes afterward. But tonight, there was a big plate on the counter and people huddled around doing lines of what I would assume to be coke. The first brother who greeted me, we'll call him M, still had me by the arm. He brought me to his brother, we'll call him S to let him know I made it to the party. S, also grabbed me and pulled me in for a very tight hug. He also rubbed my back a little and let his hand slide down toward my ass. He left his hand resting on the top of my ass and lower back while he talked to me, practically resting his forehead on mine. He was so close to my face. He was telling me how glad he was I made it and that it wouldn't be a party if I wasnt there. His hand then slid onto my hips and he pulled me in again, practically grinding his dick into me. (I want to remind everyone that these brothers are both painfully straight. They are both very aware of how gay men want them, but they are always very respectfully rejecting advances. They are both married and both have kids. But their wives only let them out to party with gay guys, because they know that they are safe and not going to do anything that would jeopardize their marriages.) They also both know that I really dont do hard drugs, so when S saw me looking at the pile of coke on thr plate, he grabbed my face and made me look at him directly in the eyes and said, "No! I've got something else for you." He pulled me back out of the crowd and lead me to the bathrooms. The bathrooms were each individual rooms with a sink, toilet, and shower. We went in one and he closed the door and locked it. Then pulled out a little baggy with edible marijuana in it. He gave me one and said, if i wanted more just let him know. Then, the strangest thing happened. He told me to open my mouth. So i did. Then he put the jelly candy in my mouth with his index finger and thumb. Then pushed the candy to the back of my mouth with his index and middle fingers. It was incredibly erotic... out of nowhere. We just stared into eachother eyes while he did it. I closed my mouth around his fingers and sucked on them while he slowly pulled his fingers from my mouth. My heart was racing. I didnt expect that. And didnt know how to react. He smiled and let out a big laugh. Then leaned in and kissed me on the mouth and whispered, "You're a fucking dirty boy." Then he turned around and left the bathroom. What the fuck just happened?? I stood there, absoultely stunned. S, was so fucking hot. I had always fantasized about him and flirted with him. But he never gave any impression that this would ever happen. I'm friends with his wife. Ive babysat his kid. Im friends with his sister. I swallowed hard and then took a drink from the bathroom sink faucet, then left the bathroom and joined the party.
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Who's your favourite Daddy/Daddies? (Pornstar/Escort/Online/Grindr/BBRTS etc) Add a photo so we know who you're talking about Ray Dalton Ben Gunn Spike Morrison Paul Stag Andreas Cavalli Cristian Torrent Colt Matt Sizemore I'm sure I'll think of some more too
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I knew what I was getting into. I’d heard of Lawyer John’s notorious parties through the grapevine for years. My friend Con, who was a filthy gossip, pointed him out to me a few times in the nightclubs of Belfast. Lawyer John (our nickname for him) was pretty to miss though given his overall “too-hot-to-stay-in-Belfast” looks and physique. Lawyer John was a suave stunner in his mid-forties, with a gym fit body and expensive tousled “salt and pepper” haircut. He should have been modelling suits for Gucci or something, and not raising the bell-curve for us poor mortals who didn’t have any other option but to stay here in the North, drowning our sorrows as we were that night. Northern Ireland once again performed abysmally in rugby, getting trashed by the All Blacks earlier that day. Con’s favourite pastime, after a few jars, was nodding his head over at some poor trick in the club and divulging all his nasty secrets. Usually they involved Con, a quirky fetish and/or an STI. Con was an old-school gossip and would always start off in his thickest working class Belfast accent with the line “Didja ya see that wee lad there righ? Well…” At this point our posse would be leaning forward wondering what new tale of desperation or filth we were in for. With Lawyer John, Con would always drink deep from his Guinness, nod over at him and then launch into the following tale. “Did I tell ye lads about our friend Lawyer John over there. Mike (this was me) knows, but I’ll tell the rest of ye. Steer clear of that fucker. A right nasty piece of work they say lads. They say he hosts these parties y’see. Where all the A-gays of Belfast go and get gee-eyed out of it on G and E and coke and whatever else you’d be having. No condoms, no fucking sense, and a few prossies hired up from London or wherever. He works over in the courts too, so he should know better. Anyways, the parties always get really fuckin wild, and to hear tell of it, at one of the last ones there was a lad who overdosed. Some fucker up from Fermanagh, still wet behind the ears and looking for his bit of freedom from his mammy and the farm, thought he’d try his hand at hooking. Anyways as the story goes, the lad reacted badly with the cocktail of drugs he was on and it wasn’t till after the party that they realised he was unconscious and had been for about a day or two. It was then that they dropped him outside the Pipeworks sauna and called the police. Kid nearly died. Seemingly was left with some nasty nerve damage too. And that kid…” and Con leaned in here, building suspense, “is none other than Ugly Eoghan!” I’d heard it before so chuckled to watch the looks of incomprehension on our mates as they tried to fit the pieces together. Lawyer John was some jet-setting executive who probably had a sea of hot accountants who wanted him to write off their “bad debts”. Meanwhile Ugly Eoghan was the odd drunk that’d turn up outside the Kremlin as the crowd turned out in the early morning, trying to chat up the very, very drunk twinks outside. He worked the “going-home” crowd, cause he’d been barred from every gay establishment between here and Dublin. He was only in his early thirties, but had such a way with him that he looked at least ten years older and while there was nothing necessarily disfigured about him, he had a constant stoop, squinted eyes and a perpetually sneering mouth, so you couldn’t help but be repulsed by him. To think that this gay “character” had been created by the beautiful and sophisticated Lawyer John was a good yarn, but none of us really believed it. Sensing our disbelief, Con urged us “it’s true honest! Ugly Eoghan’s life wasn’t always the car-crash you see outside the chipper on a Saturday pawing at the twinks. But seemingly Lawyer John has high connections, and got the whole thing hushed up. The police, the other party-goers, even the sauna staff, everyone was hushed up”. We nodded as Con knocked back the rest of his Guinness and looked to see who was getting the next round in. He always got a bit conspiracy-ish after a few, talking one minute about chem-trails, and the next about how the fluoride pumped in Irish water was to keep people passive. A nudge knocked me out of my reverie. It was my round. I waited at the bar for the hot new barman Sven to get my drinks. Seemingly he had to learn how to replace a keg or something, but you’d forgive a white blond Nordic god a lot for a flash of his dopey smile, so I pulled out my phone and checked my apps. Grindr and Scruff were disappointing as usual, though my profile didn’t invite a lot of comment – it was just a torso like all the rest of them – showing off my six-pack from two years ago, which had since gone into a small hibernation. Not that most tricks minded. None of them looked quite like their photos either, and as long as I wasn’t, well, ugly Eoghan, and I shoved all nine inches of my cock into them, I heard no complaints. The only messages I had was from this hot nurse Gavin who I always had a great back and forth with, but who always chickened out of all the dates I suggested, to the point where I gave up trying. Sometimes I was in the mood to flirt with him, knowing it’d have no effect, but not today. Sensing someone pushing past me for a newly opened gap at the bar, I moved to let the guy settle in beside me. I did a very subtle double-take when I realised it was the devil himself – Lawyer John. He didn’t even notice me. He still had his head turned, taking drink orders off of some tall muscle-bound blond who’d be perfect as an extra in any World War 2 film, yellow blonde where Sven was white. I took the time to properly study the Lawyer-man up close. God, he was gorgeous. He’s one of those guys who looks so much better as a 40 year old than he ever would have as a 20 year old. His tailored shirt opening to show a defined lean body and sculpted lines across his collarbones, up his neck and in his deep dimples as he laughed at something the Aryan giant said. I waited for the polite “eye-contact” nod that in Ireland passed for “thank you for giving me space at the bar”, but the lawyer studiously turned forward and blanked me. Pfft. Whatever. I guess if you don’t look like you breathe the same rarefied air as these little gods, you may as well be invisible. I then heard the distinctive message tones from Gay-Romeo beside me. I looked over, and sure enough, Lawyer John had his phone out too. I guess little gods need a bit of help looking for love too. I noticed he was mostly scanning an app with a black and orange design. I leaned over a little further. It was called “BBRT” or something like that. I then heard the Sven clear his throat “Ah Mike, jour drrinks” “oh right, cheers Sven!” A few drinks more with the lads at the pub, then at Con’s house and eventually we’re all calling it a night. It’s proper late, by the time I’m back in my flat near the university, like 6am. I clumsily broke the laptop out and looked up this BBRT website. Bareback Real Time Sex, it said. I gulped a little. I’ve not usually been one for bareback – topping’s the same to me if I top protected or not, so I always chose the former. Up until this point I’d never successfully bottomed, with or without a condom, so I saw no attraction in barebacking. However, Lawyer John was on it, and who knew, maybe he was only a click or two away. I could beat off to some pics of him, no harm, no foul. I read through the usual preamble with starting an account, and then once I’d verified my email and put up the bare skeleton of a profile (Newry9inch), I got to seeing who was online in Belfast. This was a very different pool to the Grindr/Scruff guys. There were a few kinky bastards who revelled in anything pain related, a few kids that had the title Bug-Chaser in their profile and then me by the looks of it. Noone else was online. I went back to filling out my profile, deciding to put up a cock pic as my main profile pic (it wasn’t as if I was looking for friends or gym buddies on this site). Then after a bit more thought I added a headless nude shot and an over-the-shoulder arse pic. “Fuck it!” I thought and headed to the bathroom. When I got back, I was in luck. My inbox had three more messages from three different guys – not just the welcome bot. The first was a proper daddy type who wanted to spank my ass for being up so late. I chuckled, and politely declined. The next was from a blank profile online asking “u into scat?” I once again replied “cheers, but definitely not my thing. All the best”, cause I may be many things, but I always answer people, so there’s no ambiguity. I’m a motherfucking gentleman! The last was interesting. It was another blank profile “northernlights”, this time asking “u into pnp?” Now I won’t lie. I love me a bit of rolling with molly or speed-pumped sex, so this had my slut-senses tingling – could this be Lawyer John? I answered “could be. Why?” And waited… About half a minute later I get a reply. “We’re looking to score” and a link to a webpage within BBRT. I clicked through the link and it directed me to an expired party page from earlier that night– some sort of group page that BBRT did for people arranging group meets – wow BBRT really knew their audience! This page had the description “Party – Titanic Quarter for titanic men”. I snorted at that. The blurb below was written as if a size queen on meth – detailing all the types of men who could apply (a very select few) and all the guys who couldn’t. To be honest the description was a turn-off. One of those impossibly high standard parties that I wouldn’t dream of trying for after a few rejections earlier on in life. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I feel pretty hot – I rock the slightly rough/scruffy, three-day stubbled scally lad look, but I would never fit in with the built Abercrombie and Fitch crowd. My body was lean and I was an in-shape lad especially for my job (a journalist for a less than reputable paper… ok so, a tabloid journalist – it paid the bills) but I’d never have this party’s required “defined muscles” or “less than 5% body fat” (I kid you not – that’s what they wrote). The rest of post summed up that a group party had been organised (about 6 hours earlier) for the A-gays of Belfast. Good-fucking luck to ‘em I thought! I saw my inbox had another message and clicked it. Northernlights again. “u know any dealers?” I chuckled and then remembered something. Looking to my chest of drawers in the middle of the room, I pulled out my sock drawer and fumbled at the back. I pulled out my old metal tea-box that had my weed and the makings of my joints in, a few pills, and also… at the bottom… …Eureka!.. I found the bag of MDMA that my mate’s sister’s boyfriend’s friend left behind at a houseparty a year back. The lad went mental looking for it afterwards, but cause he was a dick I didn’t call him up a week later when I found it behind the coal bucket. It was about 10-15g of product, but I’d tried it, and maybe cause it’d be been left out somewhere humid, or maybe cause it was it was just a shit supply, but it did nothing for me. But there was enough here for a trade. Maybe I’d get some money for it finally? I messaged back. “None that are awake right now. My usual guy’s disappeared too. I’ve a bit of my own supply - MDMA here (10-15g), dunno how good it is, if you’re desperate? J” (Was the smiley too much?) Northernlights was quick to reply “Yeah would be up for that - could buy it – where u? Could send taxi round? We’re in X” Obviously I’m not gonna reveal where exactly the guy was – but it was a very swanky part of town. Northernlights sent me on details of the place and then signed off – “…Thanks lad. See you soon” No name. But honestly considering we’d just agreed to perform a crime online I could understand that. Nice one! I was gonna finally sell off my old stash and at least see what the inside of one of these exclusive parties looked like. The taxi came round 15 minutes later. I was barely out of the shower and into my cleaner pair of going-out trackies when I heard my phone go off. I grabbed my whole stash box and all the way there I was full of nervous jitters. I kept thinking I was going to end up at some weird “eyes-wide-shut” masked party. The apartment building was one of the very modern ones that went up as part of the Titanic quarter’s refurbishment after the peace agreement. I remember seeing it being built and even then thinking I’d never be able to afford living in a posh place like this. I rang the apartment bell. Elocution lessons answered; “Yars?” “Um, this is ahem, Newry….” “Oh roight! Yars yars, push the door when it buzzes” I made my way up. On the way up I kept formulating and reformulating the plan. See how much they were willing to pay to keep their party going. Get a good look around to see how to super-hot live and try to see a few fucking, to fill the wank-bank. Get them to order me another taxi. Would they stretch to a pizza too? Oh, but how to make sure this wasn’t an elaborate police op? Wasn’t that entrapment? Did that law even apply in Belfast? Better make sure to get them to do a line for free first. I got to the door. I rapped gently on it. No answer. I was about to ring the bell when the door opened and there in a red and grey silk dressing gown stood Lawyer John. A-Gay of Belfast numero uno! “Newry9inches?” he said, smiling at me, showing those dimples. Those goddamn beautiful dimples! I nodded mutely and he waved me in. He muttered something about doing business upstairs in his room as I looked around the split-level apartment. There were bags and clothes on most of the chairs and couches in the main entrance hall-cum-living room. The floor plan was pretty open and segued from living room to foyer to kitchen (which was divided from the rest by an outjutting counter) all across the entire lower floor. There were some shadowy figures in the extremities of the kitchen and living room, but before I could better make them out, John beckoned me up his stairs (solid oak beams projecting from the wall, no banistair, very swanky!) I clambered up behind him, getting glimpses of his very tan, very developed gym-toned legs, to come out on a long corridor landing. Everything was ivory tones and expensive looking. There were about four doors off the corridor – two guest bedrooms, the main bedroom and main bathroom. As we went into the main bedroom I saw the entire outer wall was one plate window giving a fantastic view back over Belfast City. The bed was massive and recently used and there was an en-suite bathroom to the left. John sat down on the bed and looked expectantly me… “The MDMA?” “Oh right, yeah let me just get that out” and I walked over to the desk. He followed behind me as I lay the bag of white powder on the table. I saw the remains of some other lines of powder there and a credit card. I turned to him. “Um, don’t take this the wrong way, but cause I’m not used to, um, normally, ever doing this, and how do I know this isn’t some police sting?” He laughed a rich baritone laugh at that and said something about the differences in UK and American law, and that he’d asked me to bring over with me to sell, which indeed would be a form of entrapment. He then smiled and said, “but if it makes you feel better, I can do a line in front of you now?” I nodded, and he took the bag from me and poured some out. Crushing it with his credit card he asked me to roll up a twenty-pound note as he scraped together four short lines. When he pulled back he waved me forward to do the first two lines – oh right – I weirdly hadn’t expected to be doing the MDMA in front of him, but fuck it. I ducked down, snorted them up and passed the twenty. Squeezing and pinching my nose I looked over as he rose from his lines. “So do you wanna sit down for a bit, to see if it kicks in?” I asked. He nodded toward the bed, snuffling back all the powder. I sat down on the edge, he sat beside me. “I think I saw you out earlier” I mentioned. He nodded. “Mike here by the way” “Simon here” he replied, extending his hand for a handshake and smiling. I started to feel something in the back of my brain, but I was never great with MDMA. “I think I’m feeling it” I mentioned, “but it’s always a bit odd for me, how about you?” I asked. He was raising his half-shut eyes and muttering to himself… Yeah he was definitely feeling something. “Oh yars Mark” “uh it’s Mike” “Sorry Mike. Yah I’m feeling it – that is …some good stuff you have”. He looked at me. His eyes were massively dilated. We said in unison “wow your eyes…” and trailed off and chuckled. I looked at this guy who only hours before had seemed a part of the frosty impenetrable A-gay elite rubbish of Belfast, and yet here we were now, bonding. It was beautiful. I felt Simon and I were having a special time outside of time and that I could suddenly confide totally in him. “You should laugh more dude, your dimples are gorgeous” He smiled at this, and replied, “you’re pretty cute yourself dealer-man” I got a cheeky thought “what else can you do to prove you’re not a police officer?” His deep chuckle was adorable. “Well what would you like me to…” We got cut off by a knock on the door, the en-suite door. “Hey Si, are you still with that dealer guy?” The door opened and a tall pale guy with jet black hair stepped in. He was wearing a towel around his waist and had obviously come from the shower. His body definitely fit into the 5% body fat category. I think I could have seen him on a Men’s Health magazine or something – he had a familiar look about him. Every random Latin-named muscle was on display and some new ones too I think. “This him?” he asked Simon. “Yeah, this mmmmm here is…. Mark..no Mike! This is Iain” Iain smiled and extended his hand to me. “Not named after the Reverend I assure you.” I laughed and still felt very odd to be shaking everyone’s hand at a sex party. He then turned to look back at the desk. His back was just pure sculpture. I looked over to see Simon/Lawyer John smirking at me, catching me ogling the beefcake mere metres away from me. I giggled and nudged him. Yeah ok maybe the MDMA was having an effect. I’d missed Iain’s request “What now?” Iain repeated himself “Is it ok if I sample a line or two” “Be my guest,” I sorta slurred out. Iain bent over the desk to crush out a line’s worth. I was looking at Simon. He had mischief in his eyes. “Iain” Simon called, “I need to prove something to Mike here” and reached over to his towel-covered ass. Tugging on the towel as Iain crushed his line, Simon succeeded on pulling the towel off, revealing Iain’s pale magnificent ass. Iain barely reacted, engrossed in his task. The twin globes were just that right blend of smooth and bubble-butt, spreading down into two tree trunks of thighs. A real rugby player physique! Oh shit, now I knew where I’d seen Iain before. He’s Iain the rugby player! The gay rugby player Iain Hawkins! He was the prop-forward for the Northern Irish team who’d recently come out and had all his family support him in the papers, and his… boyfriend! I watched him earlier today get trounced by the fuckin Kiwis! My tabloid journalist was itching at the size of the scoop I had in front of me. Belfast A-Gay number 2, Iain Hawkins prop-forward for Northern Ireland, showing me his incredibly fuckable ass, while doing Class A drugs. Another part of me took over as I refocused on that ass. “Mike” Simon called back to me, “I’m gonna do something I’m pretty sure no undercover cop would do” and with that licked a finger and started to pull Iain’s ass-cheeks apart. Then exposing Iain’s pink rosy hole, he guided the lubed finger into Iain’s hole. Working it in quite quickly I figured Iain had already been fucked this night. Simon replaced his finger with his tongue as he got up properly to rim his friend. I heard Iain groan in appreciation and follow it with one quick snort. I was rubbing my cock through my grey tracksuit bottoms. Simon winked at me and looked to my growing bulge. “Looks like your username wasn’t lying” I smirked and coyly asked “do you want to check for yourself?” as I stood up, raising my crotch to his head height. He used his free hand to snag my tracksuit bottoms down exposing my navy blue jockstrap and jutting nine-incher. Simon mouthed a “wow”, as most guys do. It’s not just nine or nine and a half inches, it’s also quite a thick girthy cock which often a lot of bottoms can’t work with – they think they can, but their eyes are too big for their asshole. Simon got to work, pushing the jockstrap pouch to the side and freeing my monster. As he started lapping on the underedge of my cock, I reached over and started rubbing Iain’s ass cheeks. Iain took another snort and wriggled his ass in appreciation, or at least that what I took his ass-wriggle for. Unopposed I moved both my hands to cup Iain’s ass, kneading and massaging, rearranging our trio so that I could bend over to rim Iain while still giving Simon clear access to my cock. Iain’s hole tasted beautiful. You could tell that the cunt has been used, I could even detect some cum that hadn’t been fully washed away. Damn right I’ll admit I look for a good sloppy-seconds ass when I’m whoring myself round. I steer the fuck away from virgins and twinks. Fucking a cum-dump’s ass where it’s cold and virginal on the outside, but hot and juicy at the core… mmm my version of heaven. After a few minute of rimming and sucking – Simon sure loved sucking my cock and I was feeling a little more adventurous. I was alternating my tongue and my two left fingers, playing Iain’s ass like a fiddle. Iain pushed his juicy orbs again back at us, Simon pulled off of me to come beside me and watch as Iain started twitching his ass. I kept a grip on his ass shoving my left thumb inside him. Simon grabbed and turned my cheek and we stared intensely into eachother’s eyes. Simon took a step closer and asked, “would a policeman do this?” and grabbed the back of my head pulling me in to a full-on kiss. Our tongues were running against eachother, his spit, my spit. As I kissed him passionately back I felt his robe fall open and felt my cock bounce and joust with his thick 7 incher. Every bit of his body was tan, including his cock. I ran my right hand up and down his defined body, running over each muscular ridge – I kept asking myself, was this really happening? I looked down to pinch myself and could see a pearl of precum had started to drip off of his hooded shaft. I started to bend my knees to lick up every drop from his precum-dripping cock – I love a dripper! However Simon held me back and wiped his steady precum flow onto my own spit slicked member. After milking himself this way for a bit, he grunted up at Iain, “look back for a second Iain” Iain, minor sports celebrity, minor gay celebrity for the UK had recently done a fashion-spread for GQ magazine with his boyfriend. Yet right then he was currently sporting just a white powder moustache and a smile. He looked back over his shoulder at my proud nine-incher slick with Simon’s juices, as Simon tapped my cock against his twitching hole. “Oh yeah Mikey, shove that gorgeous stick into me” All thoughts of his boyfriend evaporated, all my thoughts of safety evaporated, I needed those ass-pussy lips on my poor naked cock and I needed it now! Ok yeah, the MDMA was definitely working at this point. I didn’t wait for a second request and shoved my tool deep in that slut’s hole. And what a fucking hole, it was a prime hole – medium rare/pink on the outside, juicy yet well done on the inside. I was a bit worried Simon’s precum wasn’t enough lube, but Iain already had a least two loads in him giving my cock the lovely cream covering as I churned that gut-butter up. I gave that rugby player a fucking penalty, conversion and a try. In fact I lost myself so much in pounding that perfect white arse's hole I didn’t notice Simon was gone. He had gone around to salvage the MDMA. It seemed I ploughed Iain a bit too heavily and now the prop forward had it all over him looking like some Japanese Geisha or some shit. “Oh shit dude, you’re gonna get so fucking high” I laughed, but I didn’t stop pounding him.
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[Not particularly bareback, though there is some bb sex in the story, but hot nonetheless...] When I started on my first cycle I was about nineteen. I had just entered college the year before but had already decided that I wasn't going to try for any teams as I didn't have time for it, but I wanted to keep working out and keep in shape. My desire to grow larger soon turned into an obsession as I became a serious, albeit young, bodybuilder and worked out six days a week. I had hit a plateau and been stuck there for months. I tried everything - varying my workout, vitamins, pills from magazines and such, but nothing really worked. This guy in the gym I was talking to one day then offered me roids. I thought about it for a bit - I knew the side effects, of course, but figured if I was only on them for a little while it wouldn't be a problem, right? I don't drink or do any drugs, so my kidneys and liver seemed okay. It wasn't until I'd been on the roids for two years that anybody ever mentioned it. Taylor, my boyfriend for the last four months or so, asked if I ever thought about the side effects. I told him of the kidney and liver stuff and how I always checked out okay. "Not that," he said. "Look at your balls, man." My balls had always been a little small. I have small genitals and will admit it; it's never really mattered as I've always been a bottom. I'm okay with it, and never thought anybody really cared until Taylor said something. "That can't be good for you," he said. "Have you ever tried injecting natural testosterone?" "You need a prescription for it. I'll try to cut back, though." I meant it, too - I really liked Taylor, and if he wanted me to cut back then I would at least make the effort. The problem was, when I did I started losing mass. I'm 6'1", and went from 240 to 230 in just a week. I went back on them. Taylor said he understood, but still wished I could give them up. Once my attention had been brought to my balls I started paying more to them. The longer I was on the roids the more they shrivelled. I wasn't really sure how I felt about it, but Taylor seemed to actually enjoy that particular effect - he liked having a huge lover with a small cock, and not much in the way of balls. We lay in bed one night, him fonding me, and he brought the topic up again. "I've been thinking," he said. "We could get you a prescription for testosterone patches." "Yeah? How?" "Well, we'd simply need to prove a medical need for it. You would have to stop producing it otherwise." "I doubt I produce it now." "So do I, but we would need to guarantee it, and there's only one way we could do that." "What?" I asked the question already knowing the answer. "Castrate you." He let that soak in for a bit and then continued. "You've already essentially done it to yourself, and you've said before that they didn't do much. If you actually didn't have testicles, then you could get the prescription." "I don't know..." Castration seemed a little severe. "Ah, it's just a though. No big deal." He rolled over. I thought about it that night, and the next, and for some time. The more I thought about it, the more I liked the idea, but I wanted to go further. I wanted all of my more or less useless genitals gone, just smoothed over. So, one day I told Taylor. "Remember how you said I should just have myself castrated?" "Yeah." "What would you think about me having a smooth groin, no cock, no balls, no nothing?" A lump grew in his jeans, and I knew he needed no convincing. The real problem now was finding someone capable of doing the operation safely. At the time we were just looking for someone to cut my balls out - we knew my cock would be harder to get rid of so figured we'd wait on it. It took two months, but we found somebody. The guy used to be a medic in the Marines. We talked to him a bit on the phone and told him about me. He seemed excited by the prospect of castrating a guy like me. We drove down to see him. He met us at the door wearing just shorts. The guy was about 35, pretty well built. He shaved his head bare and looked like he did his body too. He invited us in and looked me over, seeming pleased. "Why don't you get naked and we'll get started?" I stripped down and he gave me a quick exam to make sure I wasn't going to have a coronary or anything when my balls came off. While he did, Taylor and I talked to him a bit. "So how did you get into this, anyway?" Taylor asked him. "Cough," he told me, and I wondered why he cared about my shriveled nuts. "When I was in the service I had to do one once on a boy who got shot through his balls. I was in him, cutting the things out, and as I did it got more and more horny. This kid was about to lose his manhood, and I was taking it from him. "Got me thinking. This kid was a Marine, the best of the best, supposedly the manliest of men, and he had no balls. Thinking about it got me horny, and I wanted to do it again. "I got lucky as hell about it nearly a year later when some boys got into a fight over something; I never knew what. My guess was a woman because one of them tried to slash at the other boys' groin with a bayonet. He got him square in the scrotum but the other kid still stood - that boy was an ox, he was - and started beating the other boy in. Got so pissed he started kicking the other boy in the crotch so hard he crushed both of his balls. "So here I come in. The boy who get kicked was treated first, and his both had to go. I was almost so horny after finishing him that I couldn't do the other boy. "I examined him and saw that he would be fine - he got cut, and you bleed a lot there," he looked up at me, "Bend over son," then just continued as he probed my prostate. "I'm ashamed to say it, but even though the boy's testicles were fine I told him they were gangrenous and had to go. "The kid took it like a man, though. I cut his suckers out and nearly came when I did it. When I left the first thing I did was go to the showers and jack off. When I got out I looked at my underwear; they were soaked in precum." He stood up. "You're good enough, boy. Come on." We followed him into the room he did this stuff in. "After that I was an addict. Anytime a kid had anything wrong with his balls, I used every excuse I could to nut him, even if I could only take one. Pretty soon, my desires changed a little." We walked into the room. It was a miniature operating room with a table in the middle, sink, cabinets, and a tray with some instruments and such on it. He yanked off his shorts to reveal his groin. Taylor and I both noted with some surprise that he had been castrated as well, but more...his cock had been mostly cut off too, leaving just a stub about an inch long, and currently as erect as a stub can get. "As you can see, I decided that I wanted to be cut a bit as well." He lay me on the table and put my feet into stirrups hanging from the ceiling, then strapped me down to the table. He stuck my cock with an anesthetic and while it went numb kept talking. "Castrating other guys was still a thrill, but I wanted more. As time went on I realized that what I was doing to these other guys was what I wanted to have done to myself. So,after getting up the courage," he was now putting disinfectant all over my cock, "I castrated myself. It wasn't the smartest idea, but I managed it and nobody found out. I took two days sick, as I was still a Marine at the time, but afterwards managed to recover quickly. I was back on my feet in a day or so, although, I don't recommend working out for at least a week." He washed his own hands and put on rubber gloves, laying out his tools while he waited for the disinfectant to dry. "The thing was, even after castrating myself I wanted more. I prescribed myself testosterone shots, and it was like nothing had really changed. I wanted more. "It took a long time, but eventually I managed to find someone willing to do it. He said he knew how to do this sort of thing, and that he had done them before. I believed him. "He put a catheter in my cock anesthitized it, then cut all the way around the base. It seemed like all was going well until I started bleeding big time. He didn't seem to know exactly what to do, and as he started to panic I had to talk him through it as I lost consciousness. "I found out later he had ended up calling a hospital. They fixed me up okay but I never saw my 'cutter' again...good thing to; I would have killed him. They asked what happened, and I told him the last thing I remembered was being hit over the head with something heavy. They seemed to buy that. "It took a few weeks to recover. I was transferred to a military hospital to recuperate and offered a medical discharge, I think just out of pity. I faked remorse - I was pretty pissed off about it, but secretly happy that most of my cock had been removed. "I took the discharge, and here I am. I still get off on this stuff, and like gelding men willing to let me." "So how many have you done?" I asked him. "I'm numb, by the way." "Twenty, maybe twenty-five. All manly men." "We are looking for someone to take his cock, by the way," Taylor mentioned. "You want us to let you know if we find anybody reliable?" "Hell yes - I want all of this," he motioned toward his mutilated groin, "off! You ready, son?" he asked me. I nodded. He started slowly with the scalpel. It hurt a little - enough to be annoying, but not really painful. The first incisions were vertical, down the length of my rather small scrotum. Once the cuts had been made, he worked out the balls with his hands. They looked so naked - like little raisins. Once the first was out, he snipped it off and tied off all the blood vessels and the vas deferens, then did the same with the other. After some quick cleanup work with blood vessels, and removing as much of my scrotum as he could safely do, he stitched me up and wrapped a tight bandage about my cock. Afterwards we sat around and talked some. Taylor got naked as well and they fooled around a little. Later, after I felt like walking, I downed a plate of aspirin and we headed out to get some dinner - I had been told not to eat beforehand and was starving. We all seemed to get along really well together, actually, and ended up making plans for a threesome whenever I healed. Heal I did, and quickly. I went on the testosterone patches Tom prescribed for me almost immediately. Within a week my cock didn't hurt any more, even when I got erect, and there was no blood in my cum. I was still a little nervous about sex, though, so waited a few more days, about to burst - no sex in a week and a half; I was about to explode. About two days later I pretty much tackled Taylor. He fucked my brains out. It felt like his cock was hitting the base of my brain, and I remembered that he hadn't had sex in a week and a half either. I even fucked him a little, just to make sure everything really was okay. It felt fine; a little sore later but no other problems. We invited Tom over for the promised threesome, and it was okay. He was really into dildos, so my ass hurt a bit after he gave me a working over. He also like to get fucked himself, so we settled on Taylor working his ass and me playing with his stub in my mouth. He really seemed to get off on the muscle trip, and when we went to standing position would have me flex while he felt it and I sucked. The testosterone patches weren't quite as good as the normal roids but worked, albeit slowly. I wore three or four at a time when Taylor wasn't looking; he only wanted me on one or two, max. What happened was that the steroid muscle slowly turned into more lasting tissue - normally when you go off them, you lose the extra muscle pretty quick. I did lose some, but with the huge testosterone boost I was getting it helped pick up some of the slack. The first time I went back to the gym after my castration I worked out as normal, in fairly snug shorts and a tank, which quickly ended up in my bag. I had shaved my body before coming and hadn't gotten to show off to anybody but Tom in the last week or so. I got the reaction I look for - smaller guys looking at me with awe, larger ones with envy, and the truly huge with more understanding. After stretching/preening a bit, I went into my set as usual. I'd lost a little from the week off, but my energy level was high so overall did well. When done I dropped my shorts and walked in the showers as usual, not even thinking about my recent alteration. I soaped up and watched the guys come into the shower after me, and gave them the usual show. I did notice more of my hair coming out on top, which took my attention for a moment. I turned around to wash my hair and then remembered: I had no balls - these guys could see that, easily, especially with my small cock! I turned back around and washed, worried that somebody had noticed. I didn't hear anything, though, so when done I wrapped my towel about myself loosely and got dressed quickly. Some of the guys I usually saw bullshitted with me, and I was pretty sure nobody noticed. As the weeks passed, I started taking more chances - showering the old way, back towards the wall for longer periods, wondering if anybody would notice or even care. I still got looks at my body but nobode seemed to see it. I figured they were too entranced by the muscle. I heard a comment about my small cock once but still they didn't say anything about the absence of testicles. When Taylor found a guy who said he could do a penectomy, I thought all that was over with. The guy turned out to be a fake, so I won a small reprieve. About a month later he contacted a guy who seemed to be for real, though. He could do the whole deal, he claimed - urethral relocation, total penile tissue removal, the whole bit. We decided to have it done in about a month, when the guy could take a vacation. I got even more bold showing off my genitals, and finally one guy seemed to notice. His name was Andy. Nice guy, probably gay, nearly as well built as me - better chest, worse legs, hot. We were dressing at adjacent lockers and he asked me if I was on roids. "Sorta," I told him. "Got patches." "Just thought I'd point it out, man," his voice got lower, "Your balls are tiny, dude." "No, they're not," I told him, smiling. "Man, I can hardly see 'em...some guys have been talking about it." "They're not small, man, they're gone." He snorted at this and then looked at me wide-eyed. "You're kidding me. You don't have balls?" "Had 'em removed about two months ago so I could get patches and go off the roids. Liver damage n' all. Here..." I whipped it out. "Feel it." He wrapped his hand around my cock and tried to feel for them. It got me hard, of course. "So you can still get a hard on?" "Yeah, the patches are testosterone so everything still works. Cum's a little weird - clear, and not much of it. Otherwise it's all the same, at least, for another two weeks." "What happens then?" "I'm getting my cock cut off." He just stood there for a second, and looked at my cock in his hand. He looked me over for a second or two, then back down, his own cock slowly becoming hard. "Holy shit." We both got dressed in silence, me wondering what he would say and silently cursing myself for letting it spill. I had kind of wanted to and kind of didn't, but now it was done. I kept glancing at him, trying to make out an expression. "Totally smooth, huh?" he finally spoke. "Yeah." Another pause. "Can I get a friend the same deal?" Andy wanted his lover cut as well. He told me they both had some fantasies about it for awhile but had never taken them seriously because they didn't think that sort of thing was possible. Andy didn't have much in the way of balls either but his cock was nice. His lover was about average as well in the ball department, but like me, had a tiny cock. He was even worse off, though - even erect it looked like all he really had was a head poking out of some skin. Andy wanted to be castrated as well but liked his cock, and actually was looking into enlargement. We contacted the surgeon and he said he could do three, just not all on the same day. The two weeks passed all too slowly. When the weekend came for it to happen we were all pretty nervous. Tom and I were sititting on our couch. Andy was pacing and his boyfriend, a guy named Curtis, was playing Solitaire on the computer. Taylor had gone to pick up the cutter from the airport we flew him into. With his two seater he had to go alone, leaving the rest of us here to get nervous as hell. Tom spoke up. "Any of you want to use those cocks of yours one last time? I'm fuckin' horny as hell." All three of us spoke up, so ended up pairing off. Curtis and Tom made it on the couch while Andy and I took each other on the floor. Andy was usually a top and I a bottom, but since it was my cock that was about to get cut off we switched, at first anyway. It was only the second time I'd fucked anybody since I'd been castrated myself. It still felt a little weird; I kept expecting to feel my balls swinging at least a little bit. When I came it felt different too - without the cum to be forced out of my testicles, the only spew came from my prostate. I'd always been aware of that feeling before, but never noticed it what with the cum spurting out. Now that I did, it felt like the orgasm came from not just my balls, but my whole midsection. It was definitely different. We swapped places and went at it again. As he kept pounding into me I decided that having my cock gone would easily be the best thing for me - much as I liked using it, being on the receiving end was so much better. Right as Andy came in me I looked up to see the door open and Taylor walk in with the cutter. When I saw the cutter, I came - not because of what he looked like but what he was going to do to me. "Looks like I've got my work cut out for me," he jibed. He introduced himself as Eric. Andy and I finished up and washed off, and Tom and Curtis soon followed. Once we were all clean, dry, and naked, the cutter had most of his stuff set up in the bathroom. We figured that it was the best place since the blood would be easier to clean. Eric was a pretty good looking guy with slender, compact muscles. Tom was going first, so as he prepped him we talked a little. He had done four penectomies so far and two straight castrations. Turned out he was a med school student. He had gotten started when a transsexual he'd met offered him $500 to emasculate him/her. He ended up getting a real thrill out of it, and afterwards the transsexual made sure he had more business. Still, he wasn't really into effeminate men and said the chance to nullify real men was way more of a turn on. I didn't get to watch as Tom's stub got removed. The bathroom was too small to fit in an observer as well as Tom, Eric, and Taylor, who was acting as surgeon's assisstant since he was the only one not getting something removed. The rest of us just watched TV naked, jacking off or being jacked as we got horny. After two hours or so Tom was done. He was way groggy from the painkillers, so we put him on my bed with a towel between his legs. He was conscious enough to know to stay there and not play with his crotch, anyway. I was next. Eric dabbed on the disinfectant and I watched his erection grow as he looked at my body. Within minutes I was lying in the tub with my legs spread, groggy and barely conscious from the drugs and trying nto to squirm from the catheter being inserted down my pisshole. I watched as the scalpel dug into my cock for the first time. It hurt, but it was an odd kind of hurt, like somebody else was the one being cut or it was my cock but far away. Within minutes I was watching Eric slide it off of the catheter and dropping it into the tray Taylor held. Taylor looked like he could have supported the tray himself with his erection. Maybe it was just the drugs, but it looked as big as I'd ever seen it. After that the drugs really kicked in hard and I drifted. I was vaguely aware of Eric poking a new pisshole out lower down but it wasn't as clear or intense a feeling as the cuts into my groin had been. Then, it was all over. Taylor washed me off while Eric left, and then he and Andy carried me in next to Tom, who was passed out. I didn't wake up until the next day. I felt like I'd had the worst hangover of my life - my head was pounding, my muscles aching, and every time I moved my groin screamed at me. Tom was still next to me. "Hey...you awake?" I muttered. "Yeah." "Did they leave us any painkillers?" "Yeah. Just a second." He leaned way to the right and grabbed a bottle of pills and a thermos. "Here. Don't take more than two." The water was warm, but it helped me get them down. After half an hour or so they kicked in. I felt nauseous but better. A glance at the clock told me it was 7. Taylor walked in. "I thought I heard voices in here. How are you two feeling?" We both groaned in unison. "You two hungry at all? Curtis and I were going to run out and get some pancake mix or something for breakfast before he and Andy get cut." I wasn't hungry, so just nodded my head. "You guys want a TV in here?" Neither of us seemed to. "Okay. We'll be back in a bit. Andy'll check on you every few minutes or so." Andy did so about ten minutes later, and that was the last time I saw him as a man with testicles. I dozed off until that afternoon, and by the time I was awake he was a eunuch and Curtis a smooth as me and Tom. We felt okay to watch TV by that point and eat a little bit. Eric was staying until Sunday. He came in and changed the dressings and hung out a little bit. I wanted to walk some but he wouldn't let me. The most embarrassing part of the whole deal was that I couldn't even piss freely. Even with the new pisshole there was still the catheter since I couldn't walk. I had to pity Taylor as he was the one to empty them all. By Sunday Andy was up and about, albeit slowly. We said our goodbyes to Eric and he made us promise to send pictures. After that Tom and I dosed up and spend the next day in a daze. Around Tuesday I was able to walk slowly. Anytime my legs rubbed against my catheter it hurt like a bitch, so I had to waddle with them slightly apart. I had enought muscle control to keep from pissing myself, though, and Wednesday the catheter came out. My whole midsection was black and blue, and Eric had left strict instructions that I was not to work out for at eleast two weeks. Andy and Curtis went home then but said they'd give us a call in a week or so if we wanted to get together. Tom stayed at our place all week until we were both moving again, then took off himself. That Saturday I could wear pants again. As weird as not having a dick was, it was weirder having the cotton of my underwear rub against it. Taylor and I fucked like crazy as soon as I felt up to it. It was really weird - I would get a very slight tightness in my groin when I should have had an erection, and then when I managed to cum, there was an orgasm but, without a prostate, nothing came out, not even the slight dribble I had become used to. My nipples got a lot more sensitive without the comparatively more powerful stimulation my cock used to give. For that matter, my whole skin seemed more sensitive. The orgasm came from deeper inside me now, instead of just my cock or absent balls. I started back at the gym as soon as I could - I had a lot to make up, what with not doing anything for two weeks. My muscles were straining for a workout. My usual admirers were there too, as was Andy. I kept noticing surprised looks when they glanced at my crotch, now totally empty. There was still a nasty yellowish bruise, but it was healing quickly. Andy seemed to enjoy teasing them, and eventually showed off his groin, with its nice cock and no testicles. Once my bruise was gone, I tried working out one day in tight briefs, showing without doubt that there was nothing down there. It was weird - when I had been castrated I worried about people finding out. Now that I was totally nullified, I enjoyed showing it off - I wanted people to know. There was the occaisional nervous comment about it, and I'm sure people talked, but this time I didn't care. Taylor seemed to be really enjoying it, too. He didn't have to bother with reacharounds if I couldn't cum before him any more, and even though I was taking the testosterone like crazy, my sex drive had decreased. Sometimes I didn't cum but didn't want to, and well, sometimes I pretty much had to attack him. Andy told me about Curtis every once in awhile. Apparently he had a hard time at first but was better now. Curtis didn't want hormones and was planning on slimming down anyway - he just wanted to be Andy's tool, used when necessary. Andy said he had been having hot flashes pretty badly and night sweats, but they had mostly disappeared at this point, and he was happy being for the most part asexual. Andy himself hadn't had any problems at all. He was still on megadoses of hormone and loving it.
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On my GR profile i show my collection of toys. The sizes range from small to HUGE. I also write about my love for assplay and fisting. It’s friday late and i am browsing thru profiles. A message notification pops up ao i open the message. [NEW] message from STR8MUSCLE2001 Hi! i see that you have a big collection of dildo’s. Can i come over to try a few watching porn. No Fuck & Suck & Kiss He added a few pics of him showing of a well defined muscular body. He’s so hot that i reply direct. [REPLY] message to STR8MUSCLE2001 I normally don’t date when there’s no fucking BUT you look hot and i would love to see that firm ass riding a dildo. I ALWAY respect wishes and boundaries, Just a small question?! Why does a str8 dude want to play with dildo’s? (You don’t hsve to answer). It took about 12 minutes to receive a message back. [NEW] message from STR8MUSCLE2001 I hope you can give me some advice and tips, GREAT to hear yo think that way. WHY? The short answer is PUSSY. 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He is riding the dildo as fast as he can, With a huge dildo in my ass i start stroking my thick hard cock.He sees my cock and asks me how big it is and i tell him that it’s 20cm. He looks at it again and says “FUCK…i want to feel it in me!”. `He moves over to me pulls the dildo out his ass and slide my cock inside. After riding me i switch position and plow his ass before shooting my load deep inside him. We then take turns stretching each others holes with bigger dildo’s. When i pull out the dildo from my ass my ass is gaping. It seems the T is making his have kinky thoughts because in one motion he slides his hand in my ass.after a few minutes i tell him to make his hand in to a fist and then explain how to punch my ass with it. He enjoys doing it because he starts to speed it up and punch me harder. I start cum without touching my self. That night i fucked a loaded his ass several times before falling a sleep!
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The first time my cock was ever in a guys ass bareback was only for a few seconds when I was 20. I had gone home with an 18-year-old twink and after we were naked I was lying on this couch and he straddled my cock and lowered himself on to my bare cock. (No lube, it was pretty impressive.) I was, of course, paranoid about STDs so I asked him for a condom. Still ended up being a great fuck but I do regret asking for that condom. The next time was about a year later with the guy who would become my boyfriend. The first time we had anal sex we had been jerking off with lube and then he just sat down on my cock and started to ride me. I ended up shooting my first bareback load in him that night. A couple years later, we had never used condoms when I was fucking him. We had great sex with simultaneous orgasms and I always shot my load in him. He mostly bottomed. We occasionally had 3-ways but they were always with condoms. My boyfriend had a great slender, yet muscular body, and guys were always after him. One night we got chatting with this muscle stud and ended up going back to his hotel with him. We all got hot and heavy and started making out and stripping and we found out this stud had a massive 9 inch cock. The stud asked us which of us usually fucked the other and when we told him he wanted to see me fuck my bf. My bf wasn't really feeling it from me because I could tell he wanted this stud to fuck his brains out and let the guy know. My bf asked if the stud had condoms but he didn't, so my bf asked for his hotel keycard so he could go pick up some condoms so this hot muscle stud could fuck him. The stud looked around but for whatever reason couldn't find the keycard in the pile of all our clothes on the floor of the hotel room. Having failed at that, we all started jerking and sucking and making out. At one point, i was laying on my back and my bf was laying face down with hot muscle stud laying on top of him. I was making out with him as he was jerking me off and grinding his cock against my boyfriend's ass crack. At one point both the muscle stud and my bf became kinda still. I had a hunch and reached between the muscle studs legs to feel his cock. All 9 inches were buried bareback balls deep in my boyfriend's ass. I almost had a spontaneous orgasm. Normally my bf insisted on condoms with other guys, but this muscle stud was fucking hot. I knew what was happening but I whispered to my bf "is he in you?" My bf said "fuck it" and flipped the muscle stud over on his back and sat down on his cock again. He rode him for a couple minutes while jerking off and eventually shot his load on muscle stud's stomach. He got off the stud and I scooped up my boyfriend's load, smeared it on the stud's cock and sat my own ass down on his huge cock. I whispered in his ear to breed me and he said okay. It only took me a couple a minutes to blow one of the biggest loads of my life over this guys stomach, and a few moments later I felt him sigh as he unloaded deep in my ass. We got dressed a few minutes later and went home. When I took my underwear off to go to bed I could see where a bit of his cum had leaked out of my ass. Every guy we fucked was bareback after that.
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Me: 61, salt and pepper beard ,bears body, black, 45, dom Him: 510, muscle boy, black, 20’s, sub So hungry muscle boy was back in town for Folsom. We hooked up again. Back at his hotel. It started off with my cock, deep in his throat. As he leaves across the bed, his plump juicy ass was easily on display. I looped up my fingers and began to finger his whole as he continued to choke on my cock. After fingering his hole for a few minutes and he came up for ear and said I want that in him. is spun around and on all fours living forward offered up that ass again. I looped up and entered with only slight resistance as his whole garden used to my cock in them as moans profuse I began to fuck him. I love Moon‘s got hired and pitched as he began to be in the beg. soon the bags for something else, there were just a response of what you feeling as you could feel the orgasm building up inside of them. I had a weeks worth of load ready deposit in his ass. And sooner, then he realized he had a multi orgasm space. I felt his whole contract at least three times as I tried to fuck him as he spasmed and came. set play I seem to have broken this whole last night as after that, you couldn’t take me anymore, and I hadn’t unloaded yet. As he put it, I broke his hole. I’m pretty sure the next time he’s in town he’s gonna wanna get fucked again.
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Me: 61, salt and pepper beard ,bears body, black, 45, dom Him: 510, muscle boy, black, 20’s, sub So earlier in this, cute muscle boy had woofed at me on Scruff. What was a ways away from me, and as we all do we just flirted with each other. Without any expectation of ever meeting. Well for pride that all changed as I was out at a function and in some of my leathers , and who should walk in. Once it was insane talking to folks I went ahead and text him to look to his left. And at which point we casually start talking to each other, and he also made it clear he wanted to suck my dick. So over the course of the evening we would slip off into the back section of the bar where the function was, and I let them suck me. Which happens several times over the course of the evening, including the fact that he also wanted me to fuck him. They came a point where in the back area I managed to slip it in slightly even though the positioning wasn’t great. This just made him hungrier for me. As the event water down, yes what I was doing for the rest of the evening and I told him I had been planning to go home but home was in the opposite direction from his hotel. And as such I just we went back to his hotel. Where he continue to enjoy sucking on my cock, as I periodically choked him with it. I was still in most of my leather as well.Till he was ready for me to fuck him properly. We move through several positions, all the while him moaning and begging for more dick. At one point I grabbed his hair and pulled back it. Putting in his submissive place, used his hole.My sweat dripping on to his skin, Our dark skin, a glow. . We were back into the doggy style, as I finally was ready to unloaded into this muscle boy’s tight Hungry hole. I hadn’t cum in a few days. He moaned happy, as he felt my dick pulse with each load, deep inside. He them let me know was going to do his kegels exercises to to keep it deep inside him for the rest of the night.
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Three cream pies in three days So, this is a true story of what has happened to me over the last 3 days. COVID restrictions are easing and it’s becoming easier to meet for casual sex. Three days ago, I received a message on squirt from a local “straight” lad, early 40’s who liked my profile and was interested in a meet. There was no face pic but he sent me a picture of his cock, looked impressive. He came round to my flat, handsome enough chap, well built with lots of muscle and a beautiful hairy chest. His cock however was just as his picture suggested, maybe 8.5 inches, thick and hard as soon as his clothes came off. I started oral, got his cock nice and sloppy and licked his musky manhole. What a great arse he had too. I asked if I could sit on it, which he agreed to. I sat him at the edge of my bed and went to work with my fuckable hole. It felt amazing having such a girthy cock in my hole again. He seemed to like what I was doing, I certainly got hard. In fact, he wanted me to fuck him, an offer I couldn’t refuse. I’m a 6-foot bear, hairy all over with an average 6.5-inch cock. I’m Ok looking, don’t have trouble getting sex. My favorite position is lying on my side for both fucking and being fucked when in my own bed. I find I get more control. I had him lie on his side and entered his musky cunt. Wow, great arse to fuck, firm meaty butt cheeks, hairy all over and silky-smooth inside. I’d fucked only the day before so needed my time to build up to climax. His back was all muscle and I remember thinking “Is this really happening, in my bed right now!”. Before I could cum, we swapped positions, I got to be little spoon. Well, he went to town on my hole, aggressive fucking and took at least 15 minutes to climax. When it came, what a load, I could feel multiple spasms of his cock emptying the contents of his balls in my receptive arse. When he removed his cock, it felt very wet and I realized he had left a massive cream pie, so hot. We chatted for 5 minutes as he cooled down and I was able to stroke his muscled, hairy chest. He enjoyed himself and we exchanged pleasantries before he left. I’m certainly hoping for round 2 in the near future. I was so horny now, so I popped on WhatsApp and messaged my regular fuck buddy if he wanted sloppy seconds. Of course, he wasn’t going to refuse that so I popped in my car in just a jock, cargo pants and a “T” and drove the 15 mins into the city. As is the usual with my fuck buddy, I entered his flat, undressed by the door and went on my knees for him to inspect my now cream Pie'd hole. I pushed out some of the cum which was still inside and he went in. He’s a small lad, both in stature and cock size but is always hard, loves sloppy seconds and leaves me a huge load every time. He was finished in 5 minutes and I went home a happy slut. After a day’s rest, cream pie’s 2 + 3 came today when I went to the local sauna. It’s just reopened a couple of weeks ago, and there is no steam room or sauna, but that’s not all that important to me, I go to the sauna to be fucked and man, I got some fucking today. There seems to be some pent-up sexual energy in the place as a lot more fucking takes place now. The novelty of casual sex hasn’t worn off after so long without. After prepping and showering, I put on a cock ring, took my new bottle of poppers and headed to my favorite spot, the sling. I love a good sling, and the one in the sauna is perfect. It’s very comfortable, it’s right next to the dark room and its popular. I was parked only 5 minutes when a middle aged, slightly paunchy top (just how I like them) came over and inspected my lubed-up hole. He liked what he saw and entered my hole. It felt amazing, he was maybe 8 inches and thick. He got into his rhythm and took his time to seed me. He was vocal when he came and gave me a wink when he pulled his cock out. I felt down and whoa, he’d left a huge cream pie! Our antics had garnered some attention and his cock was replaced by another, then another. This doesn’t happen very often. Over the next 2 hours I was fucked by at least 8 different men, 6 of which left a sticky deposit. I was so randy walking around the sauna with a cummy hole, cum dripping down my leg. I headed down to the basement where the suck-a-thon is. It’s not part of the sauna I head to all that often as I like cock ejaculating in my arse, not my mouth. I walked past the elevated glory holes and wow; I saw this massive cock just asking for attention. It was huge, must have been 10 inches, one of those 1 in 100 cocks which wet dreams are made of, and right before my eyes. I went to town sucking him off and he sprang to full mast. I really wanted this cock in my ass! I rushed upstairs to stand beside him, very tall mid 40’s chap. I got back to sucking him off, but this time I was able to edge my cream pie’d ass close to this impressive specimen. He fingered my hole, liked what he felt so I reversed onto the biggest cock in at least 2 years. This is the kind of cock I wouldn’t usually be able to take in one go, but I was so well used by now and the cum dripping out of me made the perfect lubricant, He was able to get balls deep in one go. This was the highlight of the day, he rammed it home and took the next 10 minutes to blast his load into me. When he pulled out, again there was a massive cream pie left for my enjoyment. I couldn’t believe it, so much action on a Tuesday. I was getting close to coming myself by now, and I was looking for an ass to fuck. However, the sling was vacant and I couldn’t resist one more go in it. I felt a total whore with cum dripping out of me. It wasn’t long before the top whom pie’d me earlier was back. Just as hard and just as impressive. I gently wanked myself and couldn’t hold back, the stimuli on my prostate was just too much. I shot this huge, vocal load over my hairy chest and belly. I realized I had attracted a crowd; they liked the show. Someone knelt down to suck the cum out of my arse. My top wanted to finish off, but I was spent. Time for someone else to get a shot. So that’s the 3 cream pie’s in 3 days. I’m going to be going to the sauna a lot!
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I hope this in the right section, so here goes... What do you guys think about a really stretched out hole on a guy? I took some new ass pics and noticed that my butt cheeks are "open" and my hole is still stretched out despite not having sex for several months. My ass has a lot of mileage on it. I've been getting fisted for over 20 years and can take a pretty big dick with no lube. (spit). So, a couple items for discussion. What do guys think of stretched out holes on muscle daddies? Do younger guys into serious hole play ever consider what their holes will look like when they get older? What is your thought if a guy sends a pic of his hole and it looks like there has a lot of mileage on it?
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Last weekend I got some buddies together who I workout with at the gym, to play some volleyball at a park. I also got 3 dudes who do some fitness modeling with me for a fitness chain, to join us. It was so fucking hot and humid. Needless to say, after a short time we all were sweatin our asses off, but we were having a great time... and I was having a great time watching a couple of the dudes' hot little bubble butts jumping for a save and the sweat running down their muscle backs to the tops of their ass cracks, and down in their shorts. I should tell you that most of my buds are straight that I lift with, but on that Saturday, I happened to catch more than a few checkin out my basket because the boxers I wore didn't leave anything to the imagination once they got wet with sweat. The damn things were a medium size, and I have a 30" waist; so I thought they would be cool for volleyball... NOT!! Hell about every time I would jump up they would pull down to my bush. It didn't take long after we started playing, before quite a few people gathered around to watch us play. Lots of chics obviously horny as fuck would cheer us on and some dudes. Two dudes especially caught my eye because they were shirtless too, both handsome, had nice definition and you could tell they were checkin me out. We called time for a cold beer and I walked over close to them to pick up my t shirt to wipe the sweat off my face. Sweat was running down my pecs and abs and into my already soaked boxers. While I wiped my face, I heard one of the dudes say "woof," and I looked up and he was smiling at me lookin up and down my body. I winked at him, and went over with my buds to grab a beer and made sure I looked over to the 2 dudes sitting on the ground. They were talkin to each other and after about a minute, got up and walked over towards us. I leaned against my truck, and one dude asked me how long I had been working out, and how often, and I told them. They introduced themselves as buddies... one named Caleb and the other, Brian. They were 22 and 23 and live about 2 mile from me. Brian seemed kinda nervous, but Caleb wasn't shy at all telling me I had a kick ass bod. We were about ready to start playin again and I wiped more sweat off, I asked whether they are goin to stick around awhile? They both said that they would, and I turned to walk over to the sand pit and turned around and kinda whispered to them, "By the way, you both have hot asses," and walked away. I looked back, and Caleb gave me a thumbs up sign. Dayum!!! I KNEW I would be getting me some primo ass later for sure!!! We played for probably another hour in the heat and humidity, and all of my buds were covered in sweat too, and once my buddy Kevin got back from a beer run, we decided to hang it up for the day. I got Brian and Caleb a beer and we sat down in the shade and I was a sweaty mess and both of them were sweating too from just being in the sun. Brian finally opened up and said "Man we could see your cock when you were playing and there was no way we were going to leave." I laughed, and asked if they liked what they saw, and Brian said "You shitting me? we had to stay sitting down because we were both boned." I laughed and Caleb said "Yeah, I needed to piss but knew I couldn't because my cock was hard." They asked me what I was doing later, and I said I was going to shoot some pool and go swimming later on this private lake near me. They asked if I would like some company and I said that would be cool and I met up with them later and we shot some pool and had a great time. Both wore tank tops showing off their toned bods. I liked watchin their small jock asses bend over the pool table to reach a shot! Caleb beat my ass three games and Brian won a game. Both asked me if they could lift weights with me at the gym and whether I would help train them; so we set a day for this week after I was finished training a couple dudes. We left the bar and they followed me to my house, and we walked back to the lake and it was still 85 and humid at 1am. I was the first to take off my t shirt and Caleb told me "Man I've been waiting for this all day." I pulled off my Nike shorts, and Brian said "Jesus dude, what a hot cock." I stood there watchin both of them strip off their shorts and both were hot with nice abs and decent muscle, but the best part was seeing their hot asses that I would be diving into real soon!!! I dove in the water and they followed and the almost cool water felt so fucking great to us, and I splashed them, and they both rushed me. I could feel their hands grabbing onto my pecs and abs and I reached around and put a hand on each of their asses. They both hand their hands on my 9" and I was fucking boned feeling their muscle butts. The playing turned into groping heavy real fast and both of them pulled their bodies next to me and I could feel their cocks on my thighs as they both took turns holding my cock and balls. Caleb and Brian had their heads on my shoulders moaning as I slowly slipped a finger in each of their small mancunts, feeling their muscle clamp onto my fingers. Caleb dove down in the water and I could feel him take Brian's hand off my cock and replace it with his mouth and felt it go way in the back of his throat. I moaned and the little fuck had more stamina than I thought because he sucked on my cock for almost 30 seconds before he had to surface. Caleb moaned and said "Bill you have an awesome cock dude." Brian was next and he dove down to take my cock in his mouth and even though he could only take about half, he really made my cock jump and pour some precum into his hot mouth. He surfaced and said " I need that big cock in my ass, Bill." We groped for about 15 mins more and I said the fucking mosquitoes would eat us, so we went back to my place and got naked again down in my weight room. I laid down on one of my benches while both Caleb and Brian took turns sucking my cock and licking my balls and ass. They played with my pecs and abs while they devoured my cock. I pushed their heads down until my bush was buried to their lips and they groaned and choked but there was no way they wanted off my cock!! The would come up for air and go all the way down again until they choked and let me raise my ass up to get every inch down their hot throats. Both dudes kept telling me how much they wanted to feel my cock buried up in their gut. They had my cock flowin precum from the great blow jobs and every time they saw a rope of precum hang down, one of them would have his mouth on it to suck every drop out. I raised up on the bench and slipped a finger into each of them and both of them moaned and their hard cocks both dripped even more precum while i finger fucked them. Brian wanted to lay on the bench while i spotted him so I could feed him my cock, but I was way too ready to plow their hot asses. I had Caleb lay on his stomach on the bench with his cock hangin down over the end. Then I had Brian lay on top of him with his hard cock on Caleb's back, so both hot asses were right next to each other. They got the idea of what I had planned and they both moaned, when I told them I was goin to take turns fucking them. I said I like to bareback and am not into raincoats and Brian said "Bill I want that load in me man." Caleb said "Fuck, I want your load." I said, "No problem, both of you are goin to get a lot of cum because I shoot huge ass loads." Brian said, "I love a lot of cum, Bill. I want to feel your cum flowing out my ass, bro." Well, I wasn't kidding them, because I probably shoot more than most dudes around and I knew both would get a lot of cum for sure." I pulled my rock hard 9" right up to Brian's hot tight hole and let my precum just flow... just like my cum, my precum amazes dudes. In seconds his little crack was wet and I slid slowly into that tight hole and Brian grunted and moaned and Caleb moaned just hearing his buddy getting my cock in him. I bottomed out in Brian, and he yelled "Fuck me Bill, oh shit that feels so good dude, fuck me really hard!!" I pulled back and started plowing his hot ass while I held onto his small muscle waist and Brian was gasping throwing his head back and grunting like hell!!! He pushed his little ass back and me and I rammed into him like a piston. His ass clamped down on my thick cock so tight and I just moaned!!!! Brian said "God man that feels great," but you could hardly make it out because I slammed him every time he tried to talk. I pulled out, and Brian said "Don't stop man, you are going to make me shoot, Bill!! I said "Not yet you aren't, Brian." I crouched down a little and just teased Caleb's ass for a couple seconds and slid up in his gut, and his hot muscled bod heaved up into Brian's bod as I started to plow him. Caleb started gasping and his hands gripped around the base of the bench, and he yelled "Mother fuck man, take my ass dude... Slam me with that fucker!!" I was sweating now and my sweat dripping down on Brian's lower back as I plowed into Caleb and felt his hot hole milking my low hanging balls. Brian said "Take it man." And, Caleb said "Fuck yeah I'm taking it man, I fucking love it Bri!!" I pulled out of Caleb and he moaned and stuck my cock back in Brian and his bod heaved up feeling me spear into his tight ass. "Do me Bill, fuck the hell out of that ass man!" I really fucked Brian hard... real hard, and all you could hear is my hard abs slapping his hard little ass cheeks, while my bush was buried into his crack. Both hot dudes fucking moaned so loud and they both were really sweating now big time. I was so fucking close to blowing my load when I pulled and and right away stabbed into Caleb making him scream "Oh fuck man!!!!!" My muscles were covered in sweat and tensing up and I could feel my cum bein sucked up into my shaft and I was soooo fucking close to nutting!!! I moaned and told them both to get ready for my load and they both said how much they wanted me to nut in them. I yelled, "Oh shit, I'm gonna knock you guys up now!!!" I pistoned in Caleb, and started blowin ropes of cum in his hot ass, and he yelled, "Bill I can feel that fuckin load man... Give me your hot cum dude!!!" I shot probably 4 ropes in Caleb and pulled out fast and rammed my cock into Brian and he yelled "Blow in me Bill, I want it all man!!" I only lost about a rope in between their asses but I plowed lots more thick cum in Brian and he yelled "Fuck man I'm cumming!!!" His bod tensed up and I kept plowing and he raised up a little off Caleb and shot a huge load up on his abs and and Caleb's neck and back. I pulled out of Brian and they both kept moaning and I helped Brian off of Caleb and Brian's body was covered in his thick cum and down to his bush and all over Caleb's back. I looked down and saw some of my cum oozing out of Caleb's hot mancunt, left there as I pulled out to finish in Brian. They were sweating and so worn out from the hard fuck and I said now Caleb has to blow. I always stay hard after getting off; so I just slipped my cock back into Caleb and started plowing him hard. You could smell my cum and Brian's cum in the air. Brian was playing with my back and ass muscle as I plowed Caleb. Caleb, said "I'm fucking close, man... Fuck me hard man!!" I looked down and his hard dripping cock was rubbing against the bench between his legs and I let out all holds and grabbed his shoulders for more leverage and banged the hell out of his bubble butt and he said "Fuck dude, I'm cumming man... Oh shit..." I plowed as hard as I could, and he screamed "Give me another load Bill." I was so fucking turned on again and when I saw his hard cock just start shooting ropes onto the floor without touching his cock, I just roped off another huge load in his belly and let my cock just pump into him while I held his ass into me. Caleb said "Oh my God, I can feel you shootin in me Bill... Let it rip man." I did just that... held him tight into me and Brian moaned watchin my muscles tense up and knock up Caleb. I laid my sweaty muscle on Caleb and he just whimpered and moaned. I got off Caleb and stood up, and Caleb had shot a huge load all over the cement floor and down the base of the bench. They both said they don't think they ever shot that much cum before. They said they were amazed that they could feel every rope shoot inside of them. I pulled both of them into me and they started makin out with me and felt Brian's cum rub on my abs and pecs, and Caleb had cum on his cock head rubbin on my thigh. We showered together and they asked me to remember to train this this week... and I said no way would I forget. I worked them out pretty hard and they wanted to go to their place to fuck afterwards but I had to do some photos for the chain right after work in a nearby city so we couldn't hook. BUT, tomorrow we are goin jet skiin and I'm definitely goin to be plowing their hot asses and feeding them tomorrow!!!
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Will be visiting Denver soon and would like to smash and flood the biggest asses Denver has to offer.
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i went on a blind date saturday night... a hot hung guy i met off the chat lines... he was 6'4" 210 blk hair and blue eyes (the deepest blue i've ever seen) greek 24 yrs old and hung about 10 x 5 cut. i went over to his house saturday night where we had a few drinks... after we both had a little bit of a buzz, i started to rub his crotch through his jeans. i was surprised when his cock start to grow and throb and came popped out above his waist band. he was even more in shock when i took it in my mouth and started to suck on it... when it was good and wet, i was able to go all the way down on it (thank god for no gag reflexes). i went down a few times and he started to moan. before i knew it and could get horny myself, he shot a large load down my throat. the next thing i knew, he pick me up (a very muscular man) flipped me over the back of the couch and litterly ripped my jeans down. he lubed up his still hard throbbing cock and my ass hole and shoved it in. i almost came with the first shove. luckily i didn't. he was pounding away (when i say pounding, i mean putting all of his 210lbs behind it). i have never been fucked like this before. he fuck me for about 15 minutes when i heard the door behind me slam. i look around him (as he did not miss a stoke) and saw a few of his buddies had showed up for a visit. frank (my blind date) told the guys to strip and join in. ben was a tipical german, 30 blond blue 6'0" about 195lbs and had about 9" thick and uncut....he started to fuck my mouth while standing at the end of the couch. frank was now on his knees on the couch fucking the shit out of me while ben was fucking my mouth. after frank dumped his load in my ass it was ben's turn. as he started to pound away, carlos, a very good look and well built mexican man (33yrs 5'9" blk/brn 9"x5" couldn't tell if he was cut or not because he was already hard) came over to take ben's place in my mouth. the head of his cock was the biggest i have ever seen. it was about the size of a beer can. then shoved it down my throat and for the first time, i almost gaged. this was a strange feeling. ben fucked just like a german, fast short hard strokes. i wanted to grab my cock and stroke it off but frank came over and held my hands flat on the couch (allowing me to support myself in my all fours stance). carlos shot his load down my throat at the same time ben shoved his thobbing meat deep to dump his. i could feel the precum dripping out of my cock at this point. but i was not done yet. meason, he is 22 and italian 6'1" 170 brn/brn and also built with about 10" x 3" came over to shove his cock down my throat. i thought that was it. then carlos told me he was still was horny. he shoved the huge head in my open hole and started fucking away. i was well lubed up with lube and cum and loosened up. he started pulling his cock out letting my lipps close around that big red light bulb of a head and then shoving it back in. meason and carols were kissing above me. meason shot his load down my throat and pulled out. carlos informed me he could go a long time the second time around. he then pulled out. frank picked me up in his arms and placed me on my back on the coffee table. carlos again shoved his cock into my now somewhat sore and totally filled hole and continued to slam fuck while frank bent my head backward off the edge of the coffee table. he then got on his knees and fuck my mouth again. the other two guys stood next to me (one on either side) and started to jerk off. almost as if we were in a porno movie... carlos and frank shot there loads inside of me... then i came without touching myself (a first for me) and i was shocked when i felt it hit my face and hair... my body started to shake a little at this point... ben and meason then shot there loads onto my chest and face. it was a messy cum filled night... the bad news is i am still really sore... the good news is i have another date with frank next week...
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Chris couldn’t remember a time where he wasn’t attached to a girl. Even before he knew how to spell ‘girlfriend,’ he had one. At first he attracted them just by being the brash, confident exceptional boy he was, excelling in every sport, activity, hobby, and grade as he went. Once puberty hit, the line of ladies seeking his company grew exponentially, keeping his dance card full all the way through high school and college. Maybe that’s why he never realized there was a need inside him that was aching to be fulfilled, until it was too late. The rain had been pouring for almost a week straight since Chris had moved into his new apartment, in a new city, where he had just started a new job. Having graduated high school at 16, and college at 20, Chris was used to things coming easily to him, but no one seemed impressed or even pleased with him at work. Unnerved by his slow start, he hungered for something to distract and rejuvenate him. On his third night there, he called his current girlfriend who was two hours away in the tiny town where they’d gone to school together. After five minutes on the phone, Chris realized she wouldn’t be driving up to see him anytime soon. Unphased, he assumed he’d have another girlfriend by the end of the week, and decided to work out his frustrations with a different type of physical exertion. He was already lacing up his tennis shoes for a run when the sky opened up and cancelled that idea. The next few nights he spent looking for a female companion in bars and clubs, but amazingly he had no luck. As it turns out, being born handsome and exceptional makes it easy to get girls when you are in a small town, but here in the city, he had no idea how to approach a woman and start a conversation. Without the aid of a classroom he was helpless, not to mention the added disadvantage of working so late each night that anyone worth talking to was either taken or drunk. So there he was, stuck inside on a rainy Saturday night: horny, alone and itching for release of some kind. Getting out the newspaper with half a mind to call one of the women advertizing under the escort section, he happened to turn to a full page ad for a gym. Halted by the spandex clad babe in the photo, he realized as he read that the gym was only a few blocks from his house and extremely reasonably priced, considering they advertized services like personal training, massage therapy, dozens of different classes and a nutritionist. He clipped the coupon from the bottom corner, tossed on some shorts and a tshirt and dashed to his carport. Perhaps it was a stereotype, but Chris expected floor to ceiling windows, bright lights and a giant neon sign to welcome him. Instead he found himself walking in to an unassuming red brick building at 11pm, where a short, trim redhead greeted him. She took his coupon, promised him the first five visits no strings attached and instructed him to veer left to the men’s gym, where one of the male trainers would meet him. A slim tan blond man named Dave led him through the 4 story complex, explaining that unlike other gyms, Stern’s kept the male and female gyms separate, only combining on the top floor where group classes were held. The floor below that had the nutritionist’s area and windowless mirrored work-out areas for each sex, containing equipment like weight machines, treadmills, etc. The main floor housed the offices, private training rooms, locker rooms, and massage rooms, and the basement housed two identical pool areas, divided by sex, each with an Olympic size pool, sauna, steam room, and shower area. Chris was about to question the separation until a man strode past him in the buff and dove into the pool. Dave explained that the workout area was divided to promote working out for yourself, instead of worrying how you looked to some slut. Chris laughed, but asked again about the pool, when Dave explained that there were no suits allowed on the pool level when the gym opened 60 years before, and they’d never changed the rule. Shrugging it off, he thanked Dave and got to his work out, running for almost an hour with only a few other men spread around the large room. He was sweating profusely, going faster and faster, his eyes locked with his reflection in the mirror across from him, until someone walked in front of his machine, and he almost fell off. Hitting the stop button and jumping off, Chris glanced up as he took a swig from a complimentary water bottle and almost spit it back up. The man who’d broken his stride was the most beautiful specimen Chris had ever seen. He starred, slack-jawed and bug-eyed at the shirtless 6’6”, 230lbs, raven haired, blue eyed ripped god who had taken up a spot at the weight bench and was pressing some ridiculous amount. “Spot me, bro.” The man, who Chris would come to know as Jake, commanded. Usually Chris would have begged off, being more of a cardio guy with no weight training to speak of, but Jake’s tone made him step over and take the spotting position. He stood there spotting him for two sets of 25, when Jake hopped up and began removing weights, telling Chris to take his place. He laid down before remembering to protest, and tried to grunt out his lack of interest in weights between lifts. “You need this man,” Jake said, scooting close enough over Chris’ head that his shorts hung open directly over Chris’ face. Chris shut up and tried not to get caught sneaking glances at the firm thighs and enticing shadows up the shorts’ legs. “Guy like you probably got along fine in school, handsome and fit, but now you’re in the real world and it’s time you work out like a real man.” After Chris could do no more reps, Jake pulled him to standing with one hand and introduced himself as one of the private trainers that the gym employed. Jake explained that new members got three free training sessions, and he expected Chris to use them. Arriving in the lockerroom, Jake tugged off his shorts leaving him in an extremely-snug pair of white briefs, outlining his hefty bulge and perfectly spherical ass. Taking Chris’ hand, he placed it on his lower abs and told him to feel the definition where they met his groin muscles, as well as on his pecs, huge biceps and the back of his warm, fuzzy thighs. Wrapping himself in a towel, Jake stripped the briefs from under it without revealing anything else, and then made Chris promise to come back the next night for legs. Nodding, he watched as Jake strode off into the staircase for the showers, before regaining his senses, pulling on his coat, and leaving. That night as he showered, Chris replayed the images of Jake in his mind, and found that he was excited by the idea of working out with him again. His dick jumped when he remembered the view up Jake’s shorts, but he dismissed it as a side effect of needing pussy and seeing that much exposed skin. Chris returned the next night, and the next, and the next and was quickly the gym’s best customer. Jake made him a great deal on a weekly training fee, and the two of them were quickly transforming Chris from an attractive slim wasp-type, into a buffed, taught, machine of a man. Chris became obsessed with making Jake proud of his work, and started imagining Jake more and more in his fantasies. At first he was just taking part in whatever imaginary threesome Chris concocted to get his rocks off, but after awhile Jake was becoming the star. Still, Chris convinced himself that he was only picturing Jake because he symbolized the ideal that Chris was striving to become. Before either of them knew it, 6 months had passed and Jake was Chris’ best friend, well only friend, in town. One night as they stripped down to shower, carefully concealing their full nudity from one another, Jake asked Chris when he last got laid, and couldn’t believe it was really 6 months. “Come early tomorrow,” Jake said before they split to head to separate shower stalls. “Then we’ll go out after and find some pussy. Time to test out your new body on some unsuspecting skanks.” Music rocked Chris’ chest as he tried to hear what the gorgeous brunette was saying, shouting from the stool next to his. He tried to care, but he could tell she was hot for his dick, the way she caressed his arms and stroked his thigh, but he kept getting distracted watching Jake dance with a petite latin girl. As he suspected, it was barely an hour later that the four of them had taken a cab back to Jake’s apartment and each couple began getting hot and heavy on opposite ends of the couch. He was so caught up seeing Jake in action and getting his first play in months that he didn’t notice Jake pull out a glass pipe and small white bag full of crystal shards. Both girls jumped at the chance to smoke, but Chris declined, never having tried any drugs, or even hard liquor. “Too bad,” Jake said, blowing a cloud of something he called ‘tina’ as he spoke. “This shit makes me cum like a fire hydrant and fuck like a bull.” The latin girl squealed and shoved her hand into his open fly while they finished the bowl. As the brunette started to unzip Chris’ pants, Jake picked up his date, tossed her over his shoulder and dashed into the bedroom. Disappointed that he was unable to watch his idol demolish the latin chick’s cunt, Chris regained his vigor when he realized he could hear every dirty, nasty thing that was going on just beyond the bedroom door. The two buddies eventually turned it into a fuck-fight, seeing which one could make his girl cum faster, harder and more often. Chris planned to be the victor, having achieved anal first, but lost control when he moved to the floor and caught a glance through the open door of Jake’s face and chest contorted in pleasure as he pounded the bitch doggy style. He whipped his cock out of the brunette’s ass, and shot copious amounts of jizz across her tits and face. Spent, Chris fell back against the coffee table and watched as the brunette hopped up and ran to the bathroom. Once she was finished, she made some dumb excuse and disappeared to find a cab, while Chris slowly found his briefs and used them to wipe down his cock and chest before dragging his ass to the john. Taking his time as he passed the bedroom in hopes of another glance, he almost fell over when the latin girl was slammed up against the wall by the door, both her legs over Jake’s arms as they completed their fuck. Chris stood in the dark hall, his dick hardening again, wishing he could see Jake’s cock, but afraid to venture further out from his hiding spot. As Jake laid the girl on the bed and grunted his final grunt, Chris slipped into the bathroom and began washing up in the sink. Still hardening, he took a moment to admire the v-shape that was forming from his abs to his dick, and the way his arms and pecs stood out and shone in the dim bathroom light. He flexed and stroked his dick just in time for Jake to burst in behind him and push past him to the toilet. They laughed at Chris’ display, and Jake began commenting on how proud he was of Chris’ progress while Chris went into a fog where all he could see was Jake’s dick. Semi-hard and covered in cum and pussy juices, Jake drew a finger from the dick head out to the toilet bowl, leading a heavy beady string of cum. After a moment, Jake’s piss began to flow, and Chris realized he was fully hard again. All he wanted to do at that moment was reach out and take Jake’s cock in his hand. He had no idea what he would do with i, all he knew is the world would be perfect if he could feel Jake’s cock. He snapped out of his haze as the latin girl came in with them and took a hold of Chris’ hard-on, asking for seconds. He lifted her up onto the counter and fucked her right there while Jake watched and cheered them on. Chris was ready to cum in minutes once Jake began to stroke his dick again. He came deep in her pussy, adding his load to Jake’s, before the trainer lifted her off Chris’ cock and took her back into the bedroom for sloppy thirds. Looking down, Chris realized his cock was covered in both his load and his buddy, and he couldn’t resist wiping off a few drops and tasting them before he got dressed and snuck out the door. Chris gave up trying to explain his feelings for his friend after that, giving in each weeknight to fantasies of jerking off together, showering together, even letting Jake cum in his mouth. On the weekends they’d find more girls and repeat the fun with new victims, sometimes only finding one girl and having to share. Still too afraid of what Jake might do if he realized Chris’ attraction, Chris was always careful to take turns on the girls. One night as a perky blonde co-ed was giving them both head on the couch, Dave from the gym walked in with a teenage jock type guy, sat down and loaded some tina in a bowl. Chris was weirded out at first, until Jake explained that Dave was his roommate and they saw each other fucking around on a regular basis. Chris was even more shocked when the teen dropped to his knees and began sucking Dave off. Jake could see Chris’ shock and, before the girl noticed, he dragged them both to the bedroom to fuck. A few weeks later, they had just gotten back from the club with tall modelesque girl, when Dave entered, this time accompanied by a skater type guy with piercings in his nose, brow, ear and nipples (which he proudly showed while Dave loaded a bowl). Chris declined the pipe as usual, but the girl was on a mission to get him to try it, telling him he could only fuck her tight pussy if he took at least one hit off the pipe. Chris said no again, his hard cock begging him to give in. “Stop being a little bitch and smoke this,” Jake ordered him before handing Chris the pipe, and lighting it. Chris began inhaling as the smoke filled the cylinder, just as he had heard Dave and Jake explain to girls and guys they’d initiated previously. At first he felt nothing, but with the exhale came a huge cough, and a buzzing feeling shooting up his spine and into his brain. He should have stopped at one hit, but the model kept shotgunning hits with him and encouraging him to take more and more. Soon there was an all out smoke/fuck fest in the middle of the living room. Chris was pounding the model’s pussy while Jake shoved his cock deep into her throat, which was quite a feat, since he is at least 9 inches long and tends to get wider the longer he fucks. Dave had the skater on the floor with his legs over his head and was breeding his ass with a nice thick 8 inch uncut cock. Chris found himself wondering how the tight hole took so much cock and somehow still made the boy beg for it like he did. Many years before, one of Chris’ girlfriends had shoved her finger in his ass while they fucked. After the initial jumping and hollering, Chris found he enjoyed it, so much so that he was now in the habit of fingering his hole when he jerked off. The combo of the high and the site in front of him had Chris so horned up that when he and Jake switched ends, he asked the model to finger his hole. Eyes closed, he heard a bottle of lube pop open and a long, kinda thick finger slide two knuckles deep into his tight ass. Moaning, he began to pump harder in her throat, which made Jake pump back from the other end. Simultaniously, they pulled out of their respective ends, and began covering her in cum. Neither one shot far enough to hit the other, but Chris made sure to lick up some of Jake’s load while kissing the model before she ran to the shower. Mysteriously, even with the model in another room, Chris could still feel a finger slowly pumping his hole, almost making him hard again. Turning, Chris made eye contact with Dave, who pulled his finger out and mouthed “you’re welcome,” so Jake and the Skater bottom would be none the wiser. Joining the model in the shower, Chris was worried when he didn’t get hard as fast as usual, which she explained might be from the tina. Anxious about it, Chris hopped out and went to find Jake or Dave to ask them but stopped just outside the living room where he couldn’t be seen easily, but had a pretty good view of Jake feeding his hardon to the skater boy, while Dave pounded the boy’s ass. Instantly Chris was hard and went back into the bathroom where he fucked the model as rough as he could, focused on the picture of Jake’s dick sliding between his own lips. A few days later, Dave ran into Chris in the locker room and asked him what he thought of the weekend’s festivities. Unsure, Chris tried to play it cool, until Dave told Chris he had seen the way Chris looked at Jake, and was pretty sure Chris would have sucked Jake off if the skater hadn’t done it. Chris tried to deny it, but Dave whipped out his phone, and produced pix of Jake feeding his load to other tricks Dave had brought home. “I’ve yet to see him fuck a guy,” Dave said, handing Chris the phone before leading him into a massage room. “but I know he loves feeding them. Maybe next time I can find a way for you to swallow his spunk.” Chris wasn’t listening. He was engrossed in the photos on Dave’s phone, each of them featuring the two roommates destroying bottoms of all ages and types, Dave in their asses, Jake in their mouths. Dave continued describing dirty scenarios involving Jake, while pulling down Chris’ shorts and jock, and jerking and fingering Chris. Moaning with pleasure, he licked his lips pretending he was the boy taking Jake’s man meat in his mouth. The fantasy was so real he didn’t even notice that Dave had maneuvered three fingers into his hole and was rubbing his own hard cock against Chris smooth ass cheek. Chris could see Jake in his mind, siddling up behind him to show him some proper dumbbell technique, then popping his dick from his shorts and sliding inside Chris’ ass without any of the other gym members knowing. Dave just started to spread Chris’ cheeks and slip his cock into the crack when they both heard Jake call out Chris’ name into the locker room, only feet from where they stood. Adrenaline soared through Chris’ body as he flew back from Dave and tried to pull up his shorts. He couldn’t be sure if Jake saw what was going on when he came in, but there was no way Jake missed Chris’ stiff cock poking out obscenely or the fact that Dave still had his monster dick in plain view. Still, Jake didn’t say anything about it and everything seemed totally normal until they finished and Jake got a text from Dave. “Dave told me what happened,” Jake said quietly, causing Chris’ heart to sink into his abdomen. “He told me he caught you jerking in the massage room. It was pretty ballsy of you to offer to let him watch in exchange for not ratting you out. Good thing he has been hot for your ass since you walked in. Of course now that you’ve had a man show you how to sculpt it, you’d better watch out for more pervs.” Chris laughed nervously and thanked god that Dave covered for him. However, he was so rattled that he didn’t realize they were both naked together for the first time with no one else around. Jake took advantage of the opportunity and had Chris flex his different muscle groups so they could compare. Somehow Chris stayed flaccid for the flex off, even when Jake ran his hand down Chris’ back, over his ass and down between the thighs to show the line of the musculature. Chris asked if he could feel on Jake, just to be sure he understood, then told Jake he was going for a swim, dashed off and blasted his cum load under the water. The next weekend Chris got a text from a number he didn’t know, but he was sure it was Dave when the attachment was a photo of Jake in the shower. Dave invited Chris to come over before he and Jake went out that night, to smoke and hang out, and discuss what had happened the last time. Chris politely declined a few times, worried he might end up getting fucked by Dave, until Dave mentioned that he had a sex tape Jake made before they’d met, and Chris could watch it. Shower, shave and he was out the door to Dave and Jake’s. Chris was greeted by a familiar face but no one he could place, until Dave explained that his guest was a member of the gym and a former MLB player. In no time they’d smoked a few bowls, got the video playing and convinced Chris he could jack off without Dave or Todd (the mlb guy) raping him. Sipping the drink Dave made him, Chris was stroking furiously at the sight of Jake plowing the hell out of some poor teen girl. By the look of Jake and his fuckslut, this must have been 3 or 4 years ago, when Jake was just a high school senior. Little by little the ghb in Chris’ drink took effect, loosening him up so Todd had no problem getting Chris’ dick in his mouth. He could feel his senses dulling, but decided the best way to counter act it was take more hits off the pipe and agree when Dave asked him if he’d like to try taking some fingers in his ass again. Perfectly timed once again, Jake walked in just as Todd was sucking Chris’ dick down to the balls and Dave had three fingers in Chris’ tight hole. “Hey roomie,” Dave said, handing Jake the pipe. “Turns out your buddy here likes getting his hole fingered, especially when he is high.” Jake laughed and took a few hits, before asking Chris if he was okay. Chris nodded yes and reached for Jake’s crotch. Oblivious, Jake handed him the pipe as if that’s what he wanted, before stripping off his own clothes and instructing Todd to suck his cock. Eyes glued to the real Jake, Chris forgot they were watching Jake’s sex tape, until the star of the tape noticed and asked why. “It was a request,” Dave said, standing up and moving down behind Todd’s upturned hole. “Seems as though your little trainee gets off watching you fuck.” Mortified, Chris was too high to deny it and just blushed. Everyone laughed, while Dave pulled Todd off Jake’s cock, and threw his legs back and began wailing on the baseball player’s tan hairy ass. “Course he does!” Jake added. “Just like I think it is hot watching him fuck. He is one hot piece of muscle man now, ain’t he Dave?” “You know I think he is,” Dave grunted between thrusts. “but I think he’d be even hotter with your dick in his mouth. And I KNOW he’s game for it.” Jake’s eyes whipped to Chris, and he knew Dave was telling the truth. No words were spoken as he stepped closer and waved his hard dick only an inch from Chris’ pink lips. Leaving the last bit of distance for Chris to make was all the approval Jake needed, for as soon as Chris leaned in to suck Jake, Jake thrust forward, grabbed a handful of dusty blond hair and began reaming Chris’ throat. If it was anyone else, Chris would have choked and pulled off and never tried it again, but he knew what he was getting with Jake, and it was exactly what he needed. Chris began to jack his own meat and finger his tight hole while he slurped on Jake’s massive member. Less than a minute was all it took for Chris to cum all over himself, and soon after Jake fed him his load. Worried that Jake would think less of him, Chris told Dave he was heading to the gym and ran out while Jake was in the shower. Although Jake’s apartment was only a few blocks from the gym, Chris was too high to drive there, but did anyway, barely making it in one piece. The rain had turned to snow recently and the roads were covered in it, which meant no one was working out on a snowy Saturday night. Inside the locker room, Chris stripped off his clothes and sat on the bench, still covered in cum. He began to freak out about what his only friend might do now that he saw what a faggot bitch Chris was. Still too drunk for a work out, he laid back and closed his eyes, willing this to just be an amazing dream, but knew it wasn’t when he heard the door slam and Jake’s voice call out to him. “What the hell man?” Jake asked, putting his bag and coat in his locker, and starting to undress. “You should know me well enough by now to realize I always have at least two loads to shoot once I start partying, and you gotta take the rest of them now boy.” Chris opened his eyes just in time to see a fully erect Jake straddle the bench, hoist Chris’ legs over his shoulders, squirt some lube on his cock, and slide most of it in on the first stroke. Chris screamed out, but stopped once Jake commanded him to. The first few minutes were excruciating, but after awhile it was less painful and more of a dull ache. All the pain was forgotten once Jake was balls deep. It was like a switch had been thrown, turning a straight muscle boy into a hungry bottom whore, begging and pleading for more dick and cum. When Jake finally decided to grace Chris’ ass with his load, he did it balls deep, sharing both of their first man2man kiss at the same time. Once they were sure the gym was truly empty, they sent the desk worker home and moved up to the gym floor, where Jake added another load to Chris’ ass, this time on the weight bench. Reinforcements arrived soon after, and Chris spent the rest of the night taking loads from Dave, Todd, two other gym members and high school kid who wondered in thinking it was a club and accidentally caught Jake giving Chris a fourth load on the reception desk. Attached: one pic of chris, four pics of Jake
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Muscular and masculine-str8 acting guy living in BCN looking for similar party boys who would like to slam, smoke or just chill with me... Or generous guys with a place who are into spending some time together... Message me!!
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Does anyone have any spy pics of guys naked in gym showers?
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More recent pics of me at my.BarebackRT.com/muscledpigbottom I'll be visiting the NYC/DC area from October 2nd till the 13th for a work seminar. Given that raw sex and getting a massive amount on loads doesn't come as easy as it should here in Latin America, I figured I'd give it a go while I'm over there. I'm 5'4", 130lbs, work out regularly, undetectable, with a hairy chest, buzz cut hair, and trimmed ass. I've been told I come off as masculine, even though I'm not striving towards giving that impression. I'm 420 friendly, love poppers and can take two dicks at once, especially if their churning another load already in me. I haven't written for this site in a while but there's a bunch of stories on my profile of my cum hunting ways. I've done pretty much all my fantasies except being the cumdump that you can see in porn movies, taking load after load without giving a fuck. I'm ideally looking for a top with some experience hosting gangbangs, even more so if he knows other hung tops that like seeing a short muscled bottom be used and filled as a cumhole. I'm interested in getting fucked and bred, so whatever bodies are attached to the dicks that'll do the breeding aren't important. Big dicks that shoot big loads is what I'd like to find. Also something I'd love for but that is by no means a requirement would be to have a video shot of me taking the loads. My inspiration comes from the bottoms from porn movies that are blindfolded taking load after load without giving a fuck about the guy, just the dick and the cum. I'm also interested in advice on where to go in the city where there's good breeding going on, as it'll be my first time visiting NYC. Hopefully I get some replies to this post. For more pics, as I don't know how to delete my attachments on this site, and BBRTS can be kind of restrictive, my IG is instagram.com/pieromeza. It's private as I'm somewhat restrained by the context I live in, but I'll happily share more pics and videos with anyone who's interested in giving me a hand in this cum quest. Just drop a line and let me know you come from the breedingzone. Cheers to all and thanks for reading.
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This site has helped me broaden my horizons over the past few years and let loose experimenting as a cumdump at the sex club - and it's given me the biggest rush of my life to be such a whore and let anyone fuck and breed me without even turning around to see who was doing it! However, I keep reverting back to my old ways being "choosy" about looks and searching for someone always hotter when I'm online. A few weeks ago I was feeling pretty piggy on a Friday at work and couldn't stay off bbrt and scruff off and on all day at work. I had mostly been topping, but the urge was hitting hard to be a total bottom slut later that night and maybe all weekend. I changed my bbrt profile from vers to BOTTOM and changed my profile pic to my ass. Most of my regular buddies are bottoms or vers guys, so I hit up a couple vers guys to breed me that night. It was also like the stars were lined up and I kept getting hit up by total top black guys - like I was giving off some scent or something - or more likely the changed profile lol. The first guy that night was this crazy hot muscular 28yo black guy, which is the point of this post. He was from scruff, and his profile said Prep, so I assumed bareback. His profile wasn't too sleazy, so I was kinda discrete about being in heat and taking multiple loads that night, but I did let him know that I had a regular buddy coming over later, so I could let him fuck me, but I couldn't cum, so I'd stay horny. He was ok with that, and by 7:30 I was at his place, and he answered the door in just gym shorts......gorgeous face and muscled, stereotypical bbc and bubble ass - fucking gorgeous, and I was once again flabbergasted at how I keep getting so lucky at this age lol. We went to his bedroom, and I started servicing his cock. I kind of wished I didn't have anyone else lined up (and that's the question I keep coming back to). I would have preferred to just spend an hour or so taking care of this stud and cumming myself, but I had two more guys and possibly a 3rd already lined up tough dilemma I realize lol. I slobbered all over his gorgeous cock for a while then got in position to sit on it, and just as I was about to get the head in with just my spit for lube he reached for the nightstand and asked if I would mind trying out this "cap" a buddy of his had "invented". He was too hot to say "No" to anything, and I stayed hopeful he'd hate it and take it off. It was this awkward plastic (and scratchy) thing that just went over his dick head but left the whole shaft exposed. He asked me to suck it and tell him how it was. It scratched the back of my throat and tasted like plastic. I guess some guys here would have bolted for the door by now, but this is where I keep reverting back to being shallow about looks, and I was ok with anything this stud wanted, and I'm curious how many are like me. I slobbered it up again but gagging from the plastic, so he ended up lubing up. It was scratching me going in, but his entire shaft was bare, and it seemed to feel great to him. He wanted missionary position and wanted to make out while he fucked me. He was actually a pretty quick trigger, which was good since that thing was scratching me and didn't feel all that great. He nutted deep inside me, and when he pulled out we both saw that the "cap" did NOT contain his load, and my hole was bleeding some from the "sharp" edges. I'm sure this is boning up some guys reading this, but he's on Prep, and I'm on a Prep trial drug, so no hiv risk really lol. He was sooooo apologetic, but I told him no problem, and of course I was happy to get his stud juice even though he tried to deprive me! We both agreed that the "cap" wasn't very effective as "safe sex" lol For chasers wanting to get scratched up is another story, but I didn't say that to him!! Fast forward to this week, and he was texting me over Christmas, but I was out of town. First night back I hit him up asking if he wanted to fuck me that night. He said yes and came over to my place, and I answered the door in gym shorts like he did before. We took a little more time, and I LOVED feeling him up and muscle groping. Serviced his cock for a while and stood up, and he went down on ME, and it was all I could do NOT to cum from this young black muscle stud slow sucking my dick!! He wanted to move to the bedroom. Didn't take long at all before he moved me into doggy position with my huge mirror to the left This time there was no mention of "caps" or condoms and he started pushing in with just my spit on his cock. I could watch this stud in the mirror and was seriously wishing we had a camera going so I could re-live it later! He pretty quickly told me he wanted me on my back again so we could make out.....I ended up adding lube to his cock for a juicier fuck. He was pretty quick again, and asked me to play with his hole while he fucked me, and that sent him over the edge FAST!. I told him to keep pumping my ass and I shot my load in about 30 seconds. We were laying side by side and he asked if I could go again. I told him next time I won't cum till he cums all he wants, but I'd take him again anyway since I wasn't about to turn this guy down for anything! He wanted me on my side this time with him spooning me and fucking. My ass was sloppy by this point. Honestly I wasn't enjoying it all that much since I already came, but I wanted to let him cum again for sure....ANYTHING for a hot guy! He turned me to missionary again, and I reached around to that bubble ass and slid a finger in deeper than last time which triggered his load. Next time I'm gonna shoot for 3 of his loads So I can't decide which is more SATISFYING. I spent a lot of 2017 pushing my limits getting really slutty, had the most sex of my life in big groups/hotel parties/sex clubs, and I FUCKING LOVED it (and got the stds to prove it ), but 2018 I reverted back to my old ways of being choosy and not in the sex club as much, more regular fuckbuds - just one std all year - and feeling like I won some PRIZE with some of the studs I've pumped full of cum or been loaded by. I can't complain either way, but wonder which way I'll go for 2019 lol. Curious of other guys opinions of quantity vs quality since I keep reverting back to "quality" (meaning looks basically)....even resorting to condoms to see if it'll pay off the next time
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New bottom here wants a hot muscle top guy plus if he’s a daddy to slam me up and load me up with his cum. I’ve been mainly a top but now I wanna learn how to bottom and take a hot guys load for the firs5 time. You host me slam me and make me your cumdump
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So I recently started dating this new guy. He's super hunky, which is right up my alley, and its been going pretty well so far. He's expressed interest to me in trying his first steroid cycle because he wants to get even bigger. Although I think he already looks great, the slut in me loves the idea of being with an agressive over-muscled animal, and the thought of being able to watch his growth before my own eyes and seeing how the hormones change him is a chance I didn't want to miss. I started encouraging him to try it out. After a few days of contemplating he decided he was ready to go down this path of muscle growth with steroids. Its been about two weeks since he's started his cycle, and its like he's become a completely different person. He's always been horny (if he wasn't I couldn't be with him ?), but since he's started cycling it seems like he can't seem to do or think about anything other than working out and fucking. Its like my dream come true. Almost everyday he comes home and just wants to fuck till be passes out. He's generally versatile, but since the hormones make it difficult to get erect for a long time, he has pretty much become a pure bottom. Everyday he's on the hunt for pretty much any cock he can find that will massage his prostate. Last night we went to the sauna, and he told me that he got fucked by at least twelve guys. After the 8th he stopped counting. I'm the luckiest because I get to fuck him last after all his whoring around. I love seeing how loose his fuck hole is becoming. His hole is more and more swollen and loose every day from the constant penetration. I now can easily slide my tongue in and lick up all that sperm he gets fucked up in him. I can definitely get used to this.
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After studying for four hours, Terry gazed out the window at the warm, Queensland sunshine and decided to quit for the day. Summer was finally here and it brought a smile to his face, meaning for him, beer parties, beaches, barbecues, cruises along the coast, checking out all the shirtless guys, and plenty of parties. Yes, summer was his favorite time of the year and he wasn't about to waste a day of it, especially since he lived so near the beach at the Goldcoast and also near a gym where some of the hottest bodybuilders on the coast trained. Putting away his lecture notes and computer, Terry tidied-up the apartment, grabbed his gym gear, telling himself he'd be back about 10 or 11 the next morning to finish writing his paper. He was looking forward at finally getting past his university years and getting some decent work. It was going to be a hot day. He anticipated the gym would likely be filled with studs. Terry always played it cool there, because it wasn't actually a gay gym. Sure, some of the gay guys trained there, but Terry went for the equipment and the serious atmosphere; he didn't want to develop a bad reputation. For a boy who enjoyed copping a good load of cock and cum it was important to remain discreet. He was on the pec-deck machine when he noticed the blond Adonis. The man, who was at least fifteen years Terry's senior, had big arms and sexy legs, which he was working on the leg extension machine. Terry had seen him before, even in the shower once, but he didn't want the blond hunk to notice that he was being cruised. But what a face and body - deep tan, beautiful blue eyes, blond hair, and a huge piece of meat. Terry reckoned the hunk's stick would grow to at least ten inches - if sucked properly. Terry also occasionally speculated about the pleasure of sliding his long cock into the Adonis' (presumably) tight, athletic asshole and fucking it long and hard, although Terry was equally enticed by the prospect of being bred by the man. At 21 Terry was around six feet in height and a proportional weight, brown hair and an athletic build, bordering on muscular owing to the hours he put in at the gym. His seven inch cock was respectable and he could usually give as good as he got, but as much as Terry loved copping a bareback load, he was very careful to sleep only with neg guys, taking the view there was no point taking a risk even if a potential playmate said he was on meds. Terry waited a few minutes after the stud left for the locker room, then he casually followed. He was standing at his locker peeling off his sweaty gym shorts when Terry stepped up to his locker, an arms-length from that of the Adonis. While Terry could imagine sniffing and licking the gym shorts clean, he nevertheless made an appropriately neutral remark to the Adonis in saying "You're growing. Guess those hard workouts are paying off." "Yeah, thanks. I guess so. I'm up to 202 pounds, and my arms are 18 inches. Within six months they'll hit 19," the blond responded, flexing his biceps. "You'll make it, just stick it out,its impressive to see you working out and training hard" Terry said. "I'm Jeff," the Adonis said, sticking out his hand. "I'm Terry. I might want to train with you someday if it's okay. Maybe I could pick up a few pointers from a pro like you," Terry smiled, and, as if spontaneously suggested "Say, listen, I just picked up some great post workout protein. Why don't you stop over and we could chat and you can try some? I live near the beach, about a mile from here. Maybe we could go for a quick swim." "Sounds good," Jeff answered. "I'm off today, but I gotta pick up my partner around 1:00 PM. He can wait though." He pulled off his jock strap, giving Terry a look at that thick piece of meat. Shit, soft it was six or seven inches. And nice and thick. What a powerhouse body it was attached to! Terry was more than ready, even if he wasn't sure Jeff was actually up for fucking him. 'I'll find a way', Terry thought. 'Either I'll get a hard cock down my throat, or just a mate with whom to work out, so there's no harm'. As Jeff leaned over into his locker, Terry caught a glimpse of a tattoo across Jeff's lower back. The tattoo vaguely resembled a biohazard symbol but Jeff turned before Terry could get a decent look. An hour later Jeff's legs, in sexy short pants, were sprawled across the coffee table. While they chatted and enjoyed their post workout protein Terry became hornier and hornier. He could smell the fresh sweat coming off Jeff after his workout and longed to lick it off him. "You got some big muscles, you're probably a good poser. Why don't I watch you hit some poses?" Terry suggested. "I would, but I didn't bring any posing tights," Jeff responded, adding as an after thought "You think I'm pretty well built, huh?" "I sure do," Terry answered. "You don't need posing tights, just take off your shorts and let's see you flex." Jeff complied without a word, stripping naked, and commencing to flex his arms, chest, torso and legs. The more Terry appreciated it, the harder Jeff got. "What a great body! Yeah, those are some big muscles," Terry said, reaching out and squeezing Jeff's arm. Terry was into body worship with bodybuilders, and Jeff dug having his body admired. As he turned around Terry saw something that made his stomach drop. He worst suspicions were confirmed. A giant biohazard tattoo emblazoned across Jeff's lower back and right ass cheek. But, Terry quickly decided, given a chance he would still be more than willing to suck and perve Jeff, although Terry promised himself there was no way Jeff would pop his cock into Terry's ass. Then they started horsing around. "I'm pretty strong, too. I bet I could take you in a wrestling match," Terry suggested. Instantly Jeff was on him, tackling him to the ground and wrapping his legs around Terry's waist. They wrestled for a few minutes, with Terry getting off on the feel of Jeff's smooth muscles pinning him down. By this point Jeff had sprouted a full-on erection, which swayed in the air as he pinned Terry down. The sweat between the two bodies made a sure grip difficult, so inevitably the two were sliding about. The aroma of their sweat was utterly intoxicating. Terry couldn't believe he was wrestling and sweaty with this gorgeous guy, asking himself 'Why does he have to be so dangerous?' Just then Jeff twisted Terry's arm in a hammerlock, commanding "Open your mouth. Suck my cock." Caught by surprise, Terry still managed to reply "You ain't that tough, you can't make me." Jeff wrapped his legs around Terry's throat and choked him. "C'mon, open your mouth, you know you want it, cocksucker. You know you dig being a slave to a bodybuilder. Open your mouth so I can shove my big poz dick in it and choke you. I know you saw my tatt." Terry felt like he was really going to choke from the pressure of Jeff's muscular legs on his throat, so far from unwillingly, he followed Jeff's command, whereupon Jeff rammed his throbbing cock between Terry's lips. "You bite it once and you'll be sorry." Terry obeyed, sucking it and licking it, pleasing~his powerful master. "I've seen you checking out my body at the gym before," Jeff said, shoving his giant meat down his victim's throat. "You thought I never noticed. Shit, I can tell when a dude digs my body. You want to eat my cock and balls, you'd probably even suck on my dirty asshole. Well, now's your chance, slave, I'm really gonna shove it to you." Jeff climbed on top of Terry and began fucking his mouth, shoving his hard dick over the tongue and far into the throat. The giant piece of meat was stretching his throat creating a a horrible, but admittedly familiar pain. Terry loved it rough but was he willing to take everything that Jeff wanted to give him? Jeff grabbed Terry's arm and turned him over, pulling both arms behind his back and forcing Terry over his stomach. Terry tried to struggle free, but the bodybuilder's powerful arms and legs kept him down. "When's the last time a bodybuilder like me fucked you good and hard, huh, boy? You like taking a man's big poz load?" Jeff asked him, twisting his arm harder. "Hey, man," Terry yelled. "I'm not into all this; I don't want take your poz cum. I only fuck neg guys." "Well, problem is I'm horny and I need somewhere to blow my load. I think your tight little ass looks damn good, neg or not." Jeff pinned Terry to the bed and slowly shoved his cock into his tight asshole. Terry yelled as the thick meat entered him. "Ohhh, no, please, not so hard, not so fast, please. You'll tear me." Slowly Jeff shoved more of his cock into Terry's butt. The combination of sweat and spit was the only lube Terry got until his hole tore a bit, after which Terry's blood supplemented the lubrication available to the giant cock. Jeff's pace increased, and before long his entire nine inch cock was balls-deep in Terry's hole. Terry thought he was going to faint from the pain, but Jeff continued pumping. "Ohh, yeah, feels good, yeah, your ass is nice and tight. You dig this big poz cock up your asshole, don't you? You know you like it. Tell me you like it. I want to hear it," Jeff said as he fucked away. He wanted to hear Terry beg for his load, but begging wasn't critical. His balls wouldn't be denied for a formality. Terry's tight ass deserved to be seeded. A minute or so later Jeff withdrew into himself, closed his eyes as he licked his lips; he anticipated the surge of power. He was about to come, and ever the gentleman he delicately let Terry know saying "I'm gonna shoot this toxic load up you. Ohhhh, take it, yeah. Take my fucking babies!," as his balls ejected his poz load deep into Terry's ass, spurt after spurt after spurt of viscous cum coating the inside of Terry's hole. After laying on Terry's back for a few minutes, at which time each man struggled to catch his breath, Jeff withdrew his cock from Terry's ass, rose, and stepped into the bathroom for a cursory shower. Terry, meanwhile, was uncertain what to do or how to act, rose, pulled on his short pants and t-shirt, and stepped into the next room. A few minutes later Jeff, now dressed, presentable, and carrying his gym bag, stepped into the front room where he found Terry was sitting in his living room smoking a cigarette, still aching from the rape/fuck. "See you around, kid," Jeff said, winking. "I won't say anything to the guys at the gym if you won't." With that he left, slamming the door closed. Terry, meanwhile, although unsure of the best course of action, was aware of at least one unresolved matter, namely, he hadn't gotten off. Sliding his shorts down, he began jacking his rigid cock, the memory of Jeff's powerful body, and Jeff's thick cock as mental stimulation. Terry had had rape fantasies before, but they had never come true. But this was for real--a real rape from a real man. Nothing fake about this, he thought, as he lay back on the couch and jerked off. Suddenly four or five gobs of white cum shot from his cock onto his legs and hand, and onto the couch. "I want to get raped again," he thought as the cum oozed from his dick. But he was poz? Was that what made it so hot? He hopped in the shower, wiped the cum from his legs, showered and dressed. Fuck it, he thought, time for another trick. He kept the hot cum deep inside his bruised torn ass. Hopefully it would act as a salve for the next big cock to pound him. He pulled on his yellow tank top, a pair of jeans, and his tennis shoes, and headed out the door. Quickly hopping in his car, he decided to cruise along ocean road for a while. It was a warm summer evening. Fifteen minutes later, he noticed a hitchhiker who, from a distance, looked damned good. Terry slowed down and pulled over. "Shit," he thought, "what a hunk." The hitchhiker leaned in the car. "Where ya headed?" Terry asked. "Just goin' to Burleigh Heads," he answered with a smile. "Hop in, man. You got a great tan. You must have gotten a head start on it," Terry said as they drove along the coast. "Yeah, I spent some time in Florida. Anyway, all this sunshine makes me horny." Terry looked at him and smiled. The hitchhiker reached over and groped Terry's crotch. "Let's go back to my pad," Terry suggested. In ten minutes they were at Terry's, pulling off their clothes and hopping into bed. His name was Scott, he was 25, and he was spending the summer hitching around Australia before returning to work in the fall. Scott knew how to kiss. They licked each other's teeth, tongue and mouth. Then Terry went down on him, licking his cock and sucking his balls. Scott's tight ass looked good. It was clean and salty; Terry sucked it out good. Scott moaned in pleasure, then turned around, grabbed Terry by the hips and sucked his cock. Terry closed his eyes and rubbed Scott's head and shoulders, enjoying the expert service he was getting. Scott began sucking frantically, and it drove Terry to ecstasy. He shot off in Scott's mouth, sending gobs of thick cum down his throat. "Eat out my ass, that felt good," Scott ordered. Terry was ready for more. He licked Scott's ass, sucked and kissed it until Scott told him to replace his tongue with his cock. No arguments. Terry reached over the headboard for the KY, and greased his cock and Scott's asshole. He slid his dick in and they immediately developed a perfect fuck rhythm. They continued fucking and kissing until they were both ready to come. Terry relaxed when his sperm shot out of his cock and into Scott's asshole. "Ohhh, yeah, I'm coming; it feels great, ohhhh, yeah, it's shootin' out," Terry moaned. Terry had now come twice, and it was time to get his partner off. Scott sat on Terry's face with his cock sticking out and Terry sucked it for a while. "Oh, I'm so hot, I've got to shoot." Scott clenched his fists as his cream shot into Terry's mouth. Gobs and gobs of warm, thick juice filled Terry's mouth. He tasted it in his mouth, then slowly and sensuously swallowed the thick load, enjoying every drop of it. They got dressed and headed out. Scott wanted to be dropped off at a friend's place in Santa Monica; Terry was tired and sexually fulfilled. He was going home. He dropped Scott off, gave him a good-bye kiss, then headed back to his apartment. On the way, he passed the gym and glanced over. He saw a stud with bulging arms in a tank top, a nice smile on his good-looking face; he was sticking out his thumb for a ride. Terry could hardly believe it. He had seen the guy in the gym before and wanted to meet him, but had never had the chance. Like a reflex action, Terry made a U-turn, pulled over and stopped. 'How could I possibly be horny after all this?' Terry asked himself. Still, he opened the window and the stud peeked in and announced "I'm headed down the street." That was enough for Terry. "Sounds good to me," he replied, thinking to himself as the man stepped into the car realized he had seen him at the gym, although he knew nothing beyond that detail, so he commented "You look familiar, I've seen you working out at the gym." "Yeah, you have. I've seen you too, in fact I saw you today. You left at the same time my partner did," he explained. "He's well known here, his name is Jeff." 'It never stops', Terry thought as he drove off into the night with his new fuck buddy.
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I had one of those days were productivity was seriously hindered by horniness. I found myself constantly browsing Grindr and Scruff, and was woofed on the latter by a huge muscled hairy older guy with a big dick looking for a hole to breed after work. Holy shit, I hadn't had a good lay in a while, so we agreed to meet. I got to his hotel right after work, using his bathroom to get prepped. The preparations took a little while, but when I stepped out of the bathroom, we immediately began an intense, wet make-out session. Thinking to myself 'He must like to spit', I extended my tongue and sure enough he gave me a couple of big drips from him - mid kiss. After a couple more slaps I went down to blow him. His dick was really nice, thick and veiny, with a big head. Oh, and it was really hard. I sucked it all the way to the base and he pulled it out and showed me how he was lubricating a lot. "Suck it," he ordered, which I did, deep-throating it again and again and again. I pulled off his cock, pressuring it from the base up to his head, and a big ass drop of pre-cum welled-out. Scooping the pre-cum with my index finger, I slid the slick cum into my hole. He gave me a sick horny look, forcing he to again choke on his big cock. I blew him for several minutes, and then gestured for him to lay back on his bed. When he was comfortable, I took a hit of poppers and went down on him some more, but blowing him was not enough. I needed more, so crouching over his cock, I centered his head on my hole, and allowed his cock to slide into my hole. His cock head entered my ass very slowly, as I worked my ass muscles, alternately giving it gentle squeezes, followed by relaxing and letting it go. Holy shit. Having all that man inside was the best feeling in the world. I rode his cock for a while while leaning on his huge hairy pecs, squeezing them hard, working to remember the details of the experience for future reminiscences. Initially we made out and I rode his cock, at which time I bounced up and down on his crotch, but at some point he took charge and fucked me as he wished: he lifted me with ease, positioned me on my back, and placing my legs on his shoulders, he unceremoniously slid into my hole. I had never before not have I since ever been fucked so hard. He didn't, however, maintain a regular tempo, but used a rough pounding in which the entire purpose seemed to be that of plowing his cock into my ass. I found myself groaning deeply, which seemed to motive him to intensify his thrusts. His hotel room had a couple of furniture pieces so we switched onto a big cushioned chair and, as I crouched on the chair on all fours, he drove his cock into my ass balls-deep, over and over. Returning to the bed, he positioned me on my stomach, and lay on top of me, pounding away, but this time his grunts and moans were deeper, louder and rougher. Sure enough, I could feel his shaft getting harder and harder, and when the loudest moan came I felt his stream push its way into my ass. He fucking came a lot as he lay on my back for several minutes, shot after shot of cum blowing into my ass, most definitely more than the average orgasm, shooting cum into me, moaning and groaning. I had also cum, but I focused on squeezing and releasing his dick, making sure every last fucking drop of cum was milked out of his balls and into my ass. After the last drop of cum had made its way into my ass, his cock softened and slid out of my hole, at which time he remarked "I cum a lot, boy." When I had caught my breath I thanked him for one of the best lays I had had in quite some time, dressed and left.
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Looking to reach out to the young ones here who may not be sure (and anyone frankly) I am 38, pozzed at 17, I sought it out, knew I was guy, partied with daddies and grandpas and had one solid guy (63 when I was 17) used to have me sleep over get me fucked up and I would get gang raped for him and it was beautiful
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Jeremy stared out of the window, watching tree after tree pass. His forehead was beginning to feel numb from the glass, so he straightened up in his seat and looked around at his fellow passengers. Danny, a shorter guy with a blonde military-cut hairstyle, was messing around on his phone in the seat beside Jeremy. On the row behind them were Addison and Porter. Addison was of a tan complexion, had a strong jaw, and striking blue eyes. Porter, on the other hand, was pale by comparison. Porter always had the scruffy look about him, like he'd just gotten out of bed. Driving the Escalade was Sean, who looked more mature than he really was. And in the passenger's seat was Christopher, whose Italian genes could be spotted from a mile away. They were all on their way to a weekend getaway from college. Deep in the mountains, Sean's dad owned a cabin that they had all been allowed to stay at. All six men had met each other at the gym since first starting college. They had grown close since then, and after three years of lifting weights, were each extremely muscular. "I'm so fucking tired of this electro shit," Porter said loudly from the back. He took a swig from his beer bottle and shook his head. "Who the fuck listens to Skrillex anymore?" "Come on, man, it's a classic," Sean said, turning up the music. As he smiled, his bleached teeth were showcased from the rearview mirror. "Deadmau5 is way better, just sayin'," Christopher said. "I have to disagree with you there," said Sean. "Yeah, me too, they both suck," Jeremy said. "Fuck you!" Sean yelled. "What else are we going to listen to? Fucking Lady Gaga?" "I heard she's got a dick," Porter said absentmindedly. "With all that tight shit she wears? No way," Addison said. "Well, what'll it be, then, gentlemen?" Christopher asked, hooking his phone up to the console. "Rock? Rap?" "What about something with a banjo? We're in the goddamn mountains, for Christ sakes," Danny laughed. "If you put on anything with a fucking banjo, I'll kill you," Addison said. "Forget you," Christopher said, shaking his head. "Guys, you've got to give me something," "Jay-Z," "Lil Wayne," "Randy Travis," "Skrillex, I'm the one fucking driving," "Eminem," "Whitesnake," "Oh, oh, Cinderella," "Queen," "Judas Priest," "Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Christopher yelled, laughing. "This isn't a fucking guessing game. Forget it, we'll just sit and enjoy the silence." Christopher turned off the radio and unplugged his phone. "Hand me another beer, Jeremy." Jeremy reached into the cooler beside him and handed Christopher a cold bottle. "So now I have to listen to you pussies talk the whole way there?" "We don't have to," Sean said. He had one of his stupid side-smiles plastered on his face. "I have something to watch if you guys want," "What the fuck's so funny?" Danny asked. "Porter, reach in the back and look in my bag's side pocket. There should be a DVD in there." "Oh, I forgot about the TV screens," Addison said as Porter reached behind him. "How could you? They're fucking everywhere in here," Jeremy said, taking a drink. "Hopefully it isn't some Disney shit," Danny said. "Hey-oh!" Porter exclaimed after a few moments of scrounging around. He held up a DVD case with several naked women on it. "Yeah! That's what I'm talking about!" Addison said, passing the case forward. "Put that shit on," "Seriously?" Jeremy asked, handing the case off to Christopher. "A porno? I'm going to watch a porno with you guys?" "What's the matter, never done it before?" Sean said. "With a group? Never," "Well, today's your lucky day," Christopher said, putting the disc in. "Just don't say anything to anyone and no one will know the wiser." "What, you won't admit you jerked off with other guys before?" "Who said anything about that? It's just naked chicks getting boned. Nobody's jerking off," Christopher retorted. "Honestly, if I feel like jacking it, none of you fags are going to stop me," Addison said. "How could we? I'm not putting your dick back in your pants," Porter said. "Just shut up, it's starting," Christopher said. All the monitors in the SUV turned on. Two women in bikinis were walking on the beach as Caribbean music played in the background. "And you just keep your eyes on the road, Sean! I don't need a concussion before midterms start," Danny said, adjusting himself in his seat. "Don't worry. I've seen it like three times already," Sean said. "God, my fucking back is killing me." "It's all those rows you've been doing," Addison said, watching the screen nearest him. "It's paying off though. You look good, man." "All I know is that my dad's Jacuzzi is going to hit the spot tonight," Sean said, rubbing his back. The passengers watched as the two women on the beach met a suave Spanish man, then went back to a hotel to start a three-way. Balls were slapping against pussies and throats were groaning through the sound system the rest of the way to the cabin. The Escalade pulled into the driveway just around five in the afternoon. Christopher cut off the movie and glanced back. "I don't know about you guys, but I have a hard-on the size of my leg right now." "You're telling me," Addison said, rubbing his crotch in exaggeration. "Well forget about rubbing one out, we've got dinner to make," Sean said. "But it was your fucking idea to watch the video!" Porter said. "I didn't say it came with a jerk off. Help me unpack," Sean said as he got out of the vehicle. Jeremy followed suit, stepping out into the chilly mountain air. The cabin was a lot nicer than he had thought. It wasn't some old four-walled log house: it was modern in style, like something Frank Lloyd Wright would design. It looked spacious as well. "Aw, sweet!" Porter said as he climbed out. He brushed his long hair behind him. "Pretty fucking upscale, huh?" "Yeah. Guess Sean's dad is loaded," Jeremy replied. "You don't go through med training for ten years and live in a shack, fellas," Sean said from the rear of the SUV. Porter glanced down. "Hey Jeremy, I didn't know you liked the mountains this much." "Huh? Oh," Jeremy said, noticing his erection through his jeans. "Well, these are where you'll find the biggest tits in the world." Porter chuckled, rubbing his own member. "God, I could cum right now if I had like a minute." "Guys, come on!" Sean yelled. They all crowded around the rear hatch and each gathered their fair share, then made their way to the cabin. The interior of the house framed the same design as the exterior. There were many acute angles to the ceiling, off-white paint on the walls, and large windows. The living room had a large U-shaped couch facing a fireplace, which was below a huge 90" TV. "Welcome home," Sean said as he entered the open kitchen behind the living room. "Somebody get the chicken out, we've got a lot of cooking to do." "And drinking," Addison said, dropping the cooler down by the refrigerator. For the next hour and a half, they prepared their meal for the evening. Jeremy himself had gone through seven beers by the time they sat down and actually ate. To go with the chicken, Sean popped open a bottle of his father's ten year-old port, with which they all thoroughly enjoyed. When dinner was winding down, it was right around nine o'clock. Sean went to make sure the Jacuzzi was heating up as the rest of the guys found their rooms. They all met back in the basement, where there was a poker table set up. As they all sat down to a few rounds, Christopher pulled out a slender bottle of Johnnie Walker. "Alright, assholes, I want this all gone by tonight!" he laughed. Sean busted out the glasses so they could drink while they played. By this point, Jeremy was definitely feeling the alcohol. He could tell Porter was, too. They always seemed to be the lightweights when it came to drinking. But they didn't let it stop them tasting Gold Label for the first time. The bottle went empty right around eleven-thirty, and the last round finished around twelve in the morning. Jeremy could then tell that everyone at the table was enjoying themselves. Sean was the first to stand up. "Whoa, a little too fast there," he said, grabbing the table for support. "Pussy can't even hold his liquor," Danny laughed. "Shut up. Who's up for the Jacuzzi? It should be like a hundred degrees in there by now." "I could go for a nice dip," Christopher said, gathering the cards. "Well, get your trunks and let's go!" Sean yelled. He led the way as they all swerved and swayed back to their rooms to change. Jeremy ripped off his long-sleeved shirt when he reached his room. As he began to take off his pants, he noticed himself in the mirror above the nightstand. Jeremy immediately stood up and flexed. He absolutely loved the way he looked since he'd packed on so much muscle. There was a light dusting of hair over his chest and abs, but that didn't get in the way of showing off how cut he was. His biceps were at the point where the practically jumped whenever he moved. Smiling, he ripped off his underwear. His dick was standing at full attention. He playfully slapped it against his lower abs a couple of times. Jeremy had trimmed up his bush and shaved his balls the day before. His nuts felt so smooth as he passed his hand under them. Jeremy rifled through his bag and took out his trunks. He pulled them on, tucking the tip of his dick into the lower half of the waistband so his hard-on wouldn't show. He went to meet the others on the back deck. Danny was in the living room tying his trunks when Jeremy came through. He whistled. "Check out this heartbreaker," he laughed. "You're ripped yourself, big fella," Jeremy said, slapping Danny's ass. "Don't be a tease," he smirked. "Fuck you. Come on," Jeremy said, opening the sliding door to the deck. "Holy shit, it's freezing out here!" he yelled as a frigid wind met him. "Hey-oh! Look at this stud!" Addison said from the Jacuzzi. "I swear I see those nips tightening up right now." Jeremy didn't respond, but quickly hopped into the Jacuzzi with Addison and Christopher. Danny was right behind him. "God, this feels good," Danny said as he submerged himself into the warm waters. Steam was rolling out of the tub like water boiling. "You're not kidding," Christopher said, lolling his head. "Alright, bitches, next round!" Sean yelled from the door. He held up a bottle of vodka. Porter was behind him with glasses. Both of their bodies were completely shaved. "Bring it on," Addison said lazily. The last two hopped into the Jacuzzi, dispersing the glasses and vodka equally. All of them started to drink again. After they all quieted down a bit, Porter commented, "It really is nice out here. You can't see shit in the dark, but it's nice and secluded, you know?" "It's just us, boys," Sean said. "Yep. No cramped apartments, no confined spaces, none of that shit," "Speaking of confined spaces," Danny said, twisting his side, "these trunks are giving me a major wedgie." "So pull 'em out of your crack," Porter said, taking another sip. "Nah, that won't work. This pair always does this." "You know what I've always hated about trunks? They blow up with air like this," Addison said, pointing at his ballooning shorts. "I fucking hate that shit," Christopher said, shaking his head. "Me, too," Jeremy said. He noticed his own trunks were beginning to fill up. "Guess it's the jets that accelerate the process," Sean said. They all went quiet again, drinking sip after sip of vodka. After a few more moments, Danny stood up out of the water. "You know what? Fuck these shorts," he said. Without an ounce of inhibition, he peeled off his trunks and stepped out of them. He was standing in the cold air completely naked. His trimmed pubic hair was shaped in a fanning pattern around his low-hanging dick. "Well, just make yourself comfortable, why don't you?" Sean said sarcastically. Jeremy thought it was insane to be watching this, but he wasn't really opposed. Normally he would turn and leave, but for some reason he thought it made perfect sense to strip down to nothing. Danny looked perfect as he stood naked, with nothing but his hard, shredded body against the backdrop of pines swaying in the night. He was a man in the ruggedness of nature. Danny sat down in the water again, tossing his trunks over by the grill. "That's so much better, I can't even explain," he said, smiling slyly. He took another drink. "Well, I can't let you be alone in this, big fella. I'm your spotter, after all," Addison said. He too stood up and ripped off his shorts, revealing his dick at half-mast. "Whoa! Getting a little excited there, huh?" Danny laughed. "Do I turn you on?" "You know it, baby," he said, throwing his trunks on top of Danny's. Addison sat down again. "Melissa would kill me if she knew what I was up to right now." "Fuck her," Christopher said. "But I already do," "Not tonight, you aren't," Porter said. He stood up and began to take off his shorts as well. Another dick was exposed as semi-erect. "Guess there's no shame in feeling a little frisky, then, huh, guys?" Danny asked. He bucked his hips up so that his swelling penis rose above the water. "None at all. We're drunk and alone. We can do whatever the fuck we want," Porter said, tossing his shorts over by the pile. He put a hand on his hip and looked at his still-clothed friends. "Well, come and join the party! There's nothing we haven't seen before." "Alright," Jeremy said, feeling his heart begin to pick up its pace. He stood up and followed suit, along with Sean and Christopher. Once all three were naked (and obviously excited), they submerged themselves again. Jeremy noticed the jets were much more satisfactory without anything on. He also felt freer, as if taking off his clothes brought down any barriers of inhibition surrounding his conscience. His friends seem to think so, too, as everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves much more thoroughly now. "These jets feel great against your balls," Addison said, taking another drink. "Agreed," Porter said, raising his glass. "That's nothing. Aim it right against your asshole. It almost feels like a chick's rimming you," Sean said. Jeremy, curious, moved his ass up a little before he felt the pressure thrashing against his tightened hole. "Holy shit, that feels good!" "I can't believe you talked a girl into rimming you," Danny said, enjoying the pleasure his jet provided. "She was reluctant, but caved eventually," Sean smirked. "Never had it happen, myself," Danny said. "Me, neither," Christopher added. "It'll happen eventually. Don't get knocked up about it," Sean said casually. They continued to joke and drink until the vodka was gone. They moved slower on account of wanting to pace themselves. Eventually Porter craned his head to look into the kitchen and check the clock. "Four in the morning, guys," he said, shaking his head. "Sad thing is I don't feel a bit tired." "Well, I need to take a piss, regardless," Jeremy said, standing up. His erection was gone, as the excitement had kind of worn off after the first couple of hours. "Yeah, me, too," "Me, three," All of the men stood and quickly stumbled into the house on account of the cold. They left their trunks outside. As they stood dripping wet in the side entrance of the living room, Sean swore. "Fuck, I forgot towels." "Don't worry about it. The water will have dried by the time morning comes around," Addison said, proceeding towards his room. "Hey, there's only five bathrooms!" Sean yelled. "Somebody's going have to share!" "No way," Danny said, breaking into a run. Soon it was a drunken rush to get a bathroom. Jeremy pushed past Porter and managed to get into the one beside his bedroom. He locked the door laughing as Porter cussed him out from the other side. "Fuck you, Jeremy!" "Can't fuck me if you're locked out, can you?" Jeremy laughed. He traipsed over to the toilet, on the way noticing his body in the mirror. Again he stopped and flexed. "God damn, you look hot," he said to himself, massaging his deltoids. He heard more laughing and running from outside the bathroom. Not wanting to miss anything, he quickly peed into the toilet. As he stood waiting for the stream to end, his head began to spin. Jeremy shook it off. When he had finished, he flushed and unlocked the bathroom door. Jeremy began to feel dizzy again, so he turned and went straight into his bedroom. He crashed naked and wet onto his bed. The room was still spinning, and he quickly blacked out. Jeremy snapped up all of a sudden. He was still wet and buzzed. Looking at the nightstand clock, it read four-thirty in the morning. He propped himself up and sat still for a minute. He couldn't hear any movement in the house. He got up and walked as best he could into the hallway. It was there that he heard a sound, almost like a moan. Jeremy proceeded down the hallway towards the other bedrooms. The moaning became louder and more distinct. Eventually Jeremy found its source behind one of the bedroom doors. Instinct told him not to open it, but he was more curious than anything. He cracked open the door to peep inside. Jeremy then saw something he'd never witnessed before. Porter was on his knees sucking Addison off. Addison, who was the one moaning, was sitting on the bed. He was massaging Porter's back with one hand while propping himself up with the other. Porter went down farther, resulting in a gasp from Addison. Addison quickly put both hands behind Porter's head and pushed his friend deeper into his crotch. Jeremy heard Porter choke and release. A thick stream of pre-cum connected his lips to Addison's cock. He then went back to work. Jeremy shut the door, stunned. He could still hear the moans. Were they gay? It never showed, he thought. Jeremy then noticed his throbbing erection. He gawked at it: he couldn't remember the last time he'd been so hard. It began to leak from the tip. Confused, he returned to the living room. He was dealt another blow of astonishment as he found the same porno they had watched on the way up now on the 90-inch television. Danny, Sean, and Christopher's heads were all visible on the U-shaped couch. The volume was muted, but there was a different sound pervading the warmed air. Squelching, slapping sounds were coming from the couch. Before he stopped himself, perhaps due to his drunken stupor, he came around the side of the couch to see all three of his friends jacking themselves off. "Hey, buddy," Sean said, smiling. "Join us?" "Whoa—sorry, I'm just, just," "Aw, forget it and just go with the flow," Christopher said. "We all got over it like ten minutes ago." "What? Why?" Jeremy asked, perplexed. Danny shrugged sloppily. "We're horny and need some relief. No point in doing it on our own." "And you could definitely use some relief," Sean said, nodding at Jeremy's veined cock. "But—but we're not..." "Not what?" "Does this make us gay?" "Whoa!" Christopher yelled, never missing a stroke. "This is just some fun. Shut up and sit down." Jeremy looked over at the television again. "Why is the sound off?" "Danny likes the sound his cock makes when he's jerking it," Sean said. "Besides, we don't want to disturb our lover-boys in the back." "You know about that, too?" Jeremy said, sitting down. "They're just having some fun," Christopher said. "Leave them be." Jeremy looked around the couch. "No lube?" "Use your spit. It's more natural," Sean said. Jeremy shrugged and watched the movie. He summoned up a good pool of saliva in his mouth, spat into his hand, and started stroking his member. Sean watched him. They all went quiet, the only sound being the rhythmic chorus of their dicks being stroked and the occasional spit from their mouths. After a while, Danny began to breathe harder. "This is it, boys. I'm almost done," he groaned. "Allow me," Sean said, grabbing Danny's cock with his other hand. Danny, surprised, let go and let his friend work him. "Aw, fuck! Fuck, that feels good!" Danny said, biting his lip. "Like that, big boy?" Sean asked, staring at Danny. "Holy shit, yes. Oh, oh, keep going." Sean leaned over and spat a big glob of his own spit onto Danny's head, then stroked faster. Danny began to buck his hips. "Aw, fuck! I'm going to cum! I'm cumming!" he yelled. It was only a few seconds later that a thick spurt of his man-spunk shot out of his dick and onto his chest. Another shot came out, followed by a slow seep of cum. Both Christopher and Jeremy watched as the waves of pleasure washed over Danny. Sean moaned. "That was hot, man. I'm almost there," "Here," Danny said. He scooped up as much cum as he could, moved Sean's hand out of the way and returned the favor. Christopher shook his head. Jeremy was enraptured. Watching the white, creamy fluid mix with the slick spit on Sean's cock had to have been the most erotic thing either of them had ever seen. Sean must have though so, too. "Shit, I'm going to cum! Ugh, I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" he yelled loudly. With a shout, he shot his entire load in one twitch of his dick. His cock throbbed in Danny's hand, whose face was now plastered with his friend's chunky fluid. Calming down, Sean looked at Danny and smiled. "You've got something on your face, fag," "Get it off for me, would you?" he whispered. Sean held back for a second, breathing hard. He then gave in and licked the side of Danny's face. He lapped up his own cum off of his friend, lavishing at the prickly feel of the day's old stubble against his tongue. They soon began to make out, swapping cum and spit through their mouths. "Fuck," Jeremy said, watching the two wrap their muscled arms around each other. "Jerk me off, would you?" Christopher asked, turning to Jeremy. Jeremy nodded, moving in closer. "You do me." They both switched off, Christopher stroking Jeremy's dick and vice-versa. They watched their friends French kiss each other, cum slipping between their lips and smearing onto their taut pecs. "Oh, I'm going to cum," Christopher said. "Me, too. Oh, God," Jeremy moaned. He felt the intensity rise as both he and Christopher stroked each other furiously. Christopher came first, with around four short spurts onto his abs. Halfway through, Jeremy came. He felt wave after wave of pleasure erupt from his cock, shooting straight up in the air and dribble down his balls. Danny and Sean paused kissing each other to watch. As the intensity died down, Jeremy leaned over and licked the cum off of Christopher's chiseled abs. He didn't know why he did it. The act just seemed right. Christopher's cum was salty and warm. It made a unique coating along Jeremy's tongue. Knowing what was next, Christopher grabbed Jeremy by the head and kissed him. Their tongues fought each other, one trying to playfully pin the other one down. Jeremy was soon on top of Christopher, just as Danny was with Sean. Soon the sounds of their sloppy kisses were the only noises in the living room. One by one, each fell asleep on the couch. The waning moonlight illuminated their ripped, naked bodies as they slept. The night was soon over. A night that none of them would forget.
